A well known mafia had expanded its domain as of recently. The night life was taken over by it but folks remained blissful, ignoring the signs and continuing to live to their fullest.

You were one of them. You listened to the beat of your own drum and swung your hips to the beat of the bass in the club. The lights were dark and the music drove the crowd.

A hand wrapped around your waist and you looked up to perhaps the face of the most notorious man in the area.

Thrax was interested in you.