*Downtown Chicago*

The cool night air rushed around us as Rilian drove us on his motorcycle through the city streets. I could smell the blend of food and alcohol around each restaurant we passed, with large displays and friendly faces, like they were inviting us in with open arms.

Rilian whipped us through alleys, and back roads, his shortcuts on our way downtown, until he screeched to an abrupt stop at a familiar bar with an alleyway storefront. ...