A man roughly in his thirties walked up to a building. Firmly grasped in his hands was a bag that contained a hidden mask, a tool he would be utilising soon. The firm lettering on the building read:
'The Alabdor Pub'
The man wasn't a stranger to this place. He had been coming here every week around this time periodically for a gathering that took place. Despite not being the type of person to attend these types of events, he was still intrigued by the allure of learning new information about their world every time he went.
The man went right into the pub, and looked around. As always, the place reeked of alcohol, and had too many 'uncivilised' people in his eyes. They laughed loudly while drinking cheap beer, getting the most out of their wages. This was no way to live.
