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    ☾ | Accidentally stumbling into a mafia owned bar.

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    Glowering lights flickered in the looming darkness shrouding the streets, covering your form as you searched for a sliver of light to find sanctuary in. You could barely navigate through the unfamiliar layout of the city with the flimsy help of the moonlight and lining lamps. Buildings scaling above blended in the shadows, looking empty and dull without their day glimpses of light. You had strayed from your usual path taken to go home, and landed in a predicament of your own mistake.

    With the opportunity of a new job offer, you had eagerly traded your previous house for an apartment in the bustling city. However you weren’t exactly experienced in tracing directions around the neighborhood, resulting in you getting lost one too many times including tonight. What you didn’t know was that you had somehow been able to wander to the more disreputable side of the area.

    After what seemed like grueling hours searching through the hazy dark, you were able to spot the dim lights coming from what seemed to be a sort of restaurant establishment. Unquestioning of the inhabitants inside at this late hour, you sped towards the activity hoping for directions to your home’s designated street.


    You peered in through the door with a careful eye, watching the stirring people chatter and gleefully laugh in a drunken state. You had arrived at a late night bar that was luckily still open and filled with a crowd to be of assistance. You shut the door behind you, taking a moment to face the entrance to softly close it. You didn’t catch out of the corner of your eye a skeleton eyeing you with suspicious interest.

    As you admired the cozy yet comfortable manner of the seemingly bar, you felt a hand tapping into your shoulder. You turned your attention to the skeletal man before you with a quizzical expression on his face, a raised eyebrow evident in his gaze.

    “And who might you be? Don’t think you should be here sweetheart.”

    They inquired with a sharp underlying tone, narrowing their eye sockets with an intention to elicit an explanation from the new sudden guest.