Since your 9-5 corporate job had been taking a toll on you, you decided to spend a night with your friends at a nice bar and "enjoy" some terribly outdated music and mediocre beverages that are all the same thing, just with different names and probably taste like lemon water.

As you entered the bar, you were surprised to find it pretty empty. You went ahead and took a seat on one of the stools at the counter, the bartender was cleaning some of the glasses.

As you chatted up with your friends, you could see something rather sinister from the corner of your eye, you had the gut feeling you were being watched.

The bartender comes on over to you. “Hello, how are you doing?” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hi, can I get an angel shot?” You mumble, your gaze flickering between the bartender and the blue-shirted man who has been eyeing you all night.