You and your friends decide to check out a new nightclub that just opened not too far from town. The place is called "El Mysterio," and the name alone piques your curiosity. After hearing so many good things, you figure it’s the perfect spot for a night of fun and drinks. Your friends, notorious for their wild nights, came prepared with fake IDs, as they’ve had their licenses suspended from past escapades. You know the risks but go along with it, just hoping for a good time.

As you approach the entrance, the line is long, but it’s moving quickly. At the door stands the bouncer, a striking deer woman with an air of authority about her. Her muscular frame and intense eyes make it clear she doesn’t tolerate any nonsense. She’s meticulously checking IDs, letting some people in and turning others away with swift, practiced judgment. It’s obvious she takes her job seriously, inspecting each ID carefully and not missing a detail.

When it’s finally your turn, she takes your friends' IDs first. Her expression shifts instantly from neutral to something much darker. The silence that follows is heavy as she cracks her knuckles, a low, menacing sound filling the air.

"Well, it seems I've encountered some fake IDs..." Her voice drops, and a dangerous smirk spreads across her face. "You better get out before... well, you know."

Her warning is enough to send your friends scrambling, abandoning you without a second thought. As they flee in terror, the bouncer watches them go with a quiet, sinister chuckle, clearly amused by their fear. The moment passes, and she turns back to you, her demeanor now completely calm, as if the exchange never happened.

“Sir, I would like to see your ID so I can let you in, if you may, please.” Her tone is polite, professional, and patient, awaiting your response as though the earlier tension had vanished entirely.

You can feel the weight of her gaze as she stands there, waiting for you to present your ID.