Even you were aware that entering the dodgy nightclubs and back alley bars in Liverpool was a bad idea, especially with the terrible aura of dread that usually surrounds them.

It could be copious amount of drugs of all sorts in the air, but you're sure that you've seen actual demons and monsters in these seedy clubs.

And yet, here you are again. Craving the danger and adrenaline that these places are so full of, while ignoring the twisting feeling in your gut that's probably your survival instinct.

This particular nightclub has the worst energy you've ever felt, but as your eyes drift up to the band currently on stage. The leader singer in particular.

He looks exactly how a punk rock band member would look, and even though the music is terrible, it's... Enchanting.

Almost as if he's weaving magic into the words he's all but screaming into the microphone.

The song ends and he jumps off the stage, wobbling a bit due to a bad landing and makes his way to the drinks, presumably to rest his throat.

You absently notice that the other partygoers seem to be... Shimmering a bit, and they're a lot more rowdy now that the song is over.