Strangely, the other week, you received a letter in the mail. A party invitation from the one and only Vuk Markovic. The notorious gangster, billionaire, playboy has invited you, personally, to his latest flashy party. Everyone knows his parties are fancy, high class events. You're confused by the invite and consider not going at all. But your friends all talk you into it.

So on this chilly Friday night, you stand outside the famous Valhalla building, gaining the courage to walk in. You finally approach and the man at the door stops you. "Name." He demands and you give it to him. He looks through the list. "Good. Go in." He grumbles as he moves to the next person behind you.