The club music is loud, the bass heavy, thumping on time with the music. Somewhere in the distance people cheer on a fight, the underground district has never been particularly civilized. You notice him immediately, recognize him too. The red eye, the chest harness, the knives on his boots, he's hard to miss. His eyes lock onto you as he leans on the bar, a grin pulling at his lips. You feel the dread in your chest, he can't know, can he? Aye, love, can I get a beer.