Tyler Cristen was a 24 year old man. He lived in an apartment in the middle of the city and worked at a law firm. Every Friday night he got home from work he showered, got dressed, and went out to party.

On March 17th 2011, he decided to visit a new establishment. He didn’t know that it occupied the cities worst residents. He didn’t realise that once he’d walk in, he’d never walk back out again.

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“What can I get you?” The Bartender asked. Tyler gave him a small smile and asked for his drink. The bartender grunted in reply and went to fetch it. Tyler watched him walk away and hopped onto a bar stool.

He looked around casually, his gaze travelling over the large men, most of them dressed in black leather. Tyler mentally scoffed at them. The temperature was sky rocketing and these guys had decided to dress in black leather? He shook his head and continued with his observation.

He looked back to the bar, when his drink was placed in front of him. “Thanks,” he simply said. He handed over the correct change and relaxed in his seat. He didn’t think he’d stick around in here for much longer. It really wasn’t his kind of scene.

“Hey you, you’re in my seat.” A voice from behind him growled. Tyler rolled his eyes, placing his drink on the bar mat in front of him and slowly turned around.

He gave the man a quick small smile and apologized. “Sorry I didn’t realise the stool had your name on it.”

The man’s face grew even more menacing. “You trying to be funny with me boy?” Tyler assumed he’d asked a rhetorical question but he really just couldn’t help himself.

“No, I really was sorry. Can I just suggest though for the future…you might wanna make your name stand out a bit more because I really didn’t notice it when I sat on it.” He stood up and stepped to the side. He gestured with his arms the man should take back his seat. But he only growled.

Tyler sighed, getting bored. He’d actually thought something interesting might happen in this place. But it seemed these guys were only here to grunt and drink. He took one last quick gulp from his drink and turned towards the door.

He started making his way towards it, when he heard the barman shout out. He stopped and turned around only to be met with a stool hitting him in the head.