The club was packed full with various monsters, listening to the band in full swing. Among them, a skeleton monster, fitted in a tailored pinstripe suit, red tie, and dark slacks. He was sitting alone, taking a long drag of his cigar. His hired guards blocked any one curious enough to approach. He had an everlasting smirk on his face, with sharp teeth. A golden tooth gleamed under the low lighting. Anyone who knew him directly, knew he was a powerful man with underlying ties to the mafia.