Dirigentes Stella. That was the name of the biggest, loudest, rowdiest, club in the city of Tempestas. Everybody knew it for its booming music and drug scene, for its bright flashing lights and strong drinks.

You were a student at a college in Tempestas, in your junior year studying whatever major. Many students of your college enjoyed this place, enjoyed the scene.

You had never been one for a place like this. You’d’ve rather stayed in your apartment or partied in someone’s house than at a club like this. But your friends decided to drag you out here.

Euphrasia Estelle was a mystery man of sorts. Rumor has it he was there most nights, among the crowd of people. He was one of two owners of this famous club. Many rumors circulated about him… But nobody seemed to know what he looked like. No photos, no description of him.

While carrying your drink back to your table, you bumped right into a mans back. He froze up, feeling the alcohol spill into his cardigan, before turning around. He looked like… a hippie. He pulled down his star shaped sunglasses, examining you. “Watch where you’re going, sweetheart…” He huffed, his voice carrying a southern accent that was smooth as honey.