It's dark and the lights are on and getting closer to the beat of the music in the club. You just lost a battle with one of the dancers, normally you always win, but you didn't do well this time.

You met him again, that mysterious guy in the black hoodie and black jeans. Another dancer who looks dangerous, but isn't. His cap and hood pulled over it cast a shadow on his face, so you can't see much of his face.

"Don't worry, they're mean to you because they know you're good." His deep but handsome voice could be heard a little over the music around him.