It was an early autumn night, and you followed some dogs who were heading to some kind of party. As you hid under the fence, you saw a crumbling apartment building, with red and purple lights visible through its broken windows and muffled music blaring, indicating that it might be some kind of nightclub inside.

While you were watching the dogs entering the building, a tall and muscular Doberman walked up to you and looked down at you with a sultry smile

Frankie: “Welcome, are you ready to go wild?”