The music that filters through the small club courses through your body as you dance. A few others along the dance floor around you as you move to the music. The lights flicker off of your silver dress as your hips sway.

As you dance, the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. You look around carefully as you spot a man at the bar, wearing a skull mask, pulled up under his nose as his lips press against the rim of the whiskey glass he's holding.