Lizzie's Bar was filled with people having fun, while some groups gathered in darker corners for illegal activities. Some dancers circulated the club searching for clients, but it was difficult to distinguish them from criminals doing the same. Despite the characteristic chaos of the club scene, a girl stood out. Noticing a stranger staring at her, she approached assertively, pointing a gun directly at the intruder's forehead. "Hey, jerk! Lost? Who are you, choom? Why are you staring at me?"