Kenji stepped into the club. The sweet flavor of weed mixed with beer and sweat, coupled with the loud sounds blasting from speakers all over the room, and the disco lights on with the zebra-striped female against a pole, told him he was in the right place. He slipped past the audience, and exchanged handshakes with the DJ, before he pulled the curtain away and walked backstage, closing it almost immediately.

He looked around and found no sight of the woman he was looking for. Kenji ...