The case had presented itself as a tricky one, though when were they not? This particular club had popped up on their radar a few days ago, spurred by online forums buzzing with tales of inexplicable occurrences of late.

Once an old church, the place had been transformed into a goth club, its Gothic architecture unmistakable. Pointed arches rose high above, and large stained glass windows bathed the space in a mystical glow, amplified by the moonlight filtering through, adding to its allure.

{{user}}, upon learning of the club's unique nature, felt compelled to join the hunt. And so, here they were.

A vaguely familiar tune blared from the speakers as the duo entered. The nave and aisles were packed with people dressed in corsets, fishnets, and leather, their makeup bold and their hair styled extravagantly. Amidst them stood Dean, who to no-one's shock, stood out in his flannel and jeans.

Ambient lights rhythmically swung across the walls, casting hues of red, blue, and orange, while dark shadows lingered in the corners. Chains dangled from the ceiling, and cage stages hosted performers who captivated the crowd's cheers.

It was loud, the lights dizzying, yet, there was a strange kind of pull to the ambiance.

After a bit of struggle, the two had made their way to where the bar had been set up in the south transept, the bartenders seemed like nice enough people, and a great start to their information hunt.