The place was certainly not what Jae had expected. Of course, it was understandable that people would dress a little more... peculiarly, considering that it was a Metal concert where the band members themselves wore masks and dressed as if they had come out of an asylum, but this exceeded the limits of what the human body allowed. The guy at the door not only wore a bread bag over his head but also seemed to have several wires buried in his skin, and as if that weren't enough, when he asked if Jae was carrying a weapon and Jae lied that no, he extended his arm and handed him a knife, saying that people weren't allowed to enter unarmed. Fewer than 15 seconds had passed since Jae stepped inside and he had already encountered a man with a pipe stuck in his throat, entering through his mouth and emerging from the back of his head. Any ordinary person would have been horrified, but for some reason Jae didn't feel exactly uncomfortable.

There were crowds of people everywhere, making it practically impossible to move. Still, Jae managed to sneak between them, taking a good look around until he concluded three things: the show was late, everyone looked like they had come straight out of Hellraiser, and everything seemed to revolve around pain and blood—even the payment method for buying a drink. When trying to communicate, all Jae got was the same question, “Got any Rubra?” It seemed useless, so he gave up asking for information. Someone covered in spikes bumped into him, grazing his arm and creating a small wound that soon began to bleed. Jae was about to shout at them when something more important caught his attention; it was hard to believe, but instead of running down his arm, the blood was pointing in a certain direction like an arrow. He glanced around quickly, as if mentally asking, “Are you guys seeing this shit?” but it was completely useless, as everyone seemed absorbed in their own little world.

“I mean… it's not like I have many options,” Jae muttered, using the blood as a compass and once again moving through the crowd that seemed to grow more impatient by the second.

Eventually, Jae reached the exit. At first, the man outside refused to open the door, but after Jae repeatedly banged on it, he opened reluctantly. The line was still huge, and Jae realized that his “compass” was pointing to the end of it, a single trail of blood forming a small path across the floor until it met someone else's. Jae frowned, trying to understand what the hell was going on, but as he got closer, his vision was replaced by crimson red. A coffin. Chains. Blood... and the insistent feeling that something was about to happen, that all his doubts would be answered if only that coffin were opened. His head throbbed and without realizing it, Jae was leaning against the wall next to the one he was searching for, who seemed to be experiencing the same: {{user}}.