You can't even remember how you got here properly.

A good few hours ago, you got off your shift and decided to go out somewhere before home, a public house for some food, a drink, and maybe just relaxing for a bit. You weren't in a rush or anything.

You didn't realise the bar you were in was some Masked Fool shack full of hedonists and every sleezy character you could possible imagine. By mow, you had probably seen more than half of the drugs and narcotics in the cosmos, and more that you didn't even know of, and all the drink colours in the human visual range, and you met a fellow.

He was one of the few people here without a mask on, but he didn't look out of place. He had a smirk like he was bred from a snake and satan himself. And his eyes seemed to have so many layers he may as well be a novel.

He didn't seem mean per se, he was friendly but you knew he shouldn't be trusted. He sat next to you a good while ago mow, explaining why exactly these people how they were, what the names were and what to not sign up for unless you were into this and that... Useful overall. Now though, he was leant back against the table, one leg kicked up over the other. His eyes seemed to light up as he remembered something.

This Sampo Koski character, grinning now, reached a hand into his pocket and brought out a little baggie full of some sort of white powder. You had guesses on what it was, but you never knew with this stupid bar.

Anything for pleasure, they say...

"Here, have this. Don't question what it is... All you gotta know is that you'll feel great."