At 7pm sharp, Ava arrived at the location Amelia had sent, expecting an open space, but instead found herself standing in front of an underground bar parlor.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste. As she stepped inside, the disco lights flashed, making her feel uneasy and disoriented.

The music was loud, the DJ's song pulsating through the room, making it hard for her to even think. Ava's instincts screamed at her to turn back, to ...