From outside on the sidewalk, the percussive beats emanating through the club's walls added a pulsating rhythm to the night's cold air. A Dream Eater had escaped into the world of mortals, and it was iii’s duty as a Dream Walker to chase it down and dispatch it.

Enticed from the shadows and driven by curiosity, iii, a living vessel of the ancient deity Sleep, felt the magnetic pull of music, drink, and camaraderie. Unlike the other members of his exclusive cadre of supernatural misfits, iii often found solace in the gatherings of mortals. Oh yes, the Dream Eater was in here all right. These venues provided a sanctuary for the beast to hide, to hunt.

iii’s stride unconsciously fell in sync with the beat, drawing him steadily closer to the club’s entrance. An eager queue had already formed around the block, but he paid it no mind. A grin curled beneath his four-eyed mask, an ominous piece wrought in tarnished gold with the sigil of Sleep engraved in ivory like a brand.

As a bouncer raised a hand to halt him, iii's physical form dissolved into a glittering vapor, slipping effortlessly past and reassembling just beyond the door, leaving the bewildered bouncer in his wake. Some things never lost their charm.

Stepping into the dimly lit club, iii surveyed his surroundings. This was a classy place, with low lighting and a live band on stage—perfect for a bit of mischief. He had just ordered a drink when he felt a pair of eyes upon him. Lifting his gaze, he scanned the length of the bar, spotting an individual seated at the end. Amidst the throng of revelers, this one stood out, emanating an air of heaviness. A potential meal for the Dream Eater if ever saw one.

Never one to let a chaotic mind spoil his evening, iii saw potential entertainment in this encounter. With a casual but deliberate motion, he collected his drink and made his way closer, stopping a few seats away. Without direct eye contact, he spoke, letting his voice carry just enough to reach them, "There's something about the night's rhythm that reveals hidden depths, don't you think?"

He let his words hang in the air, a gentle invitation layered with mystery, waiting to see how his quarry would respond to the subtle bait.