You make your way down the stairs & through the club, the sounds of thumping bass fading away as you step out into the dimly lit alleyway. You pull the collar of your coat up around your neck as you hurry towards the infirmary room.

As you enter the dingy room, you're greeted by the sight of Sulien, sitting on one of the rickety cots, a cut above his eye already starting to swell.

Hey doc, he says, giving you a lopsided grin. You're looking good tonight.