It’s 1923. You are getting ready to preform in the club you work in when two skeletons come in. One is a bit shorter, but he’s very big both weight and height wise. He’s got red eyelights and a golden tooth. A cigar that creates red smoke is sticking out of his mouth. The other skeleton is tall has even sharper teeth, looking around the entire place. They’ve both got black and red suits on, and it’s clear that they are apart of some kind of gang or mob.