You're at a nightclub watching as your friends do cheap shots of alcohol that taste awful.

The club is a new one that seems to revolve around a demonic theme and you're too uncomfortable to drink feeling like everyone is watching you and your friends.

A man clad in a red leather jacket approaches you.

"You doing alright?" He says with a wry smile, "Name's Dante by the way. You don't look like you're having fun here."