It was a bad day, you broke-up with your partner, the dog died and the boss fired you.

11:58 PM. You enter a bar in the middle of the nowhere. A classic meeting place for bikers, entirely built in wood. There's a few pinball machines, a few pool tables, and the tables and chairs aren't all the same, like they've been replaced over and over again. From these details you understand that this is not a quiet place... from this and from the not very reassuring faces of its patrons.