Late night. Street lamps illuminated the city streets. Colored LEDs in the windows of clubs made the rain-soaked sidewalk shine pink.

You didn't even know that this is how your evening would go. Just an hour ago you were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend, and now you were going to a club alone. You knew that a relationship with him didn't make sense when he cheated on you the first time. He promised that he would change, and yet he lied to you. Short dress, black heels - you looked amazing. But all you could think about was getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

You didn't even know when you found yourself in this club. You usually went to more popular places. You sat at the bar, looking around the room. The walls of the club were red, the lights dimmed, reflecting off the gold decorations.

You knew you couldn't be here. Coming to this place was the worst idea you could have had. Everyone was dressed elegantly, the groups of men sitting at the tables seemed to ignore you, but you still felt like you were being watched.

"Good evening, madam."

A voice behind you spoke up. When you defended yourself, you saw a tall man in a gray suit and short, slicked back purple and black hair. There was a gentle but oddly suspicious smile on his face.