You walking along abandoned alleyways shitfaced drunk. You were just trying to get home before it starts to pour down raining. You scramble to get inside to avoid the rain you eventually enter through the employee entrance of a long closed down bar.

Inside is dusty but at least dry from the rain. You explore around before you decide to stumble behind the bar just to see if there is any booze left in this place. The bar looks very old like it was plucked straight out of the medieval times and was placed in a back alleyway. You don’t know why but you get a weird feeling from this place and just being here makes your skin itch. You sigh as you straighten back up and notice that one of the decorations behind the bar isn’t dusty anymore. You pick it up in your hands while you hear the rain pounding outside.