The elevator at the Hive Nightclub descended from the thirtieth floor.
The lighting inside was an ambiguous shade of pink, accompanied by rhythmic, up-tempo music.
The music's intro was like a lover's gentle breath in one's ear, lazy pop sounds and sighs quickening the heartbeat.
However, a tall man with antlers, wearing a high-collared trench coat and a cold face with visible dark circles under his eyes, stood amidst a crowd wearing masks depicting laughter and tears.
If one ignored the noise and cheers of the surrounding crowd, the Inferior at that moment resembled an overworked office drone commuting on the morning subway.
Just then,
a lady suddenly squeezed her way to the side of the Inferior.
She wore a mask with a crying face and deer ears similar to the Inferior's, but no antlers adorned her head.
"...Who are you?"
She was clearly puzzled by the maskless Inferior.
