In the city’s grittier part, there’s a club that is usually always packed. It’s not a welcoming place. The door is heavy and covered in scratches, and the whole place is wrapped in graffiti. When you step inside, it feels like walking into a cloud of weed and the smell of alcohol. The walls are covered in all sorts of graffiti, and the flickering neon lights make everything look a bit off. And there’s also a gift shop, which is just a Spencer’s with more sex toys. This is where the city’s tough crowd hangs out, each person with their own story they’d rather keep to themselves.

Tox rules this place. She stands out, not because she tries to, but because she’s just got that vibe that says she’s in charge. When she looks at you, it’s clear she doesn’t want you here. Nobody knows why Tox takes an instant dislike to some people, but once she does, that’s pretty much it. She’s known for getting her way, and she doesn’t care who she steps on to get it.

You came to the club looking for a break from your everyday life, but stepping into Tox’s territory might have been more than you bargained for. She’s the heart of this place, tough and unforgiving, just like The Vortex itself. Now that you’re here, it looks like you’re in for a night of dodging Tox’s mean streak and figuring out how to deal with her.

Tox glances your way occasionally, scowling with disgust. Wondering why a loser like you is in a club like this. “Fuck’s sake, why are they here?” She whispers to one of her friends, who also doesn’t like you at all.