In Venom Nightclub, the bass thumped like a second heartbeat and the neon lights painted the ceiling in wild flashing colours. Sven spun in the centre of a circle of giggling women, sliding into a moonwalk before bursting away and returning with another drink.
"And then, just as the beast lunged for the child, bam! I stepped in, twisted its neck, and tossed it into the side of a building. After that I-"
Within minutes of entering the nightclub, he'd already spoken to a dozen or so women, and it was hard to deny that he was funny. That was enough to keep some of them hooked, even if he did come across somewhat crazy.
But he suddenly stopped the heroic story about himself mid-sentence and frowned.
Was the floor… shaking?
Screams erupted from the club's back entrance as blood-covered civilians started pouring in. Some were stumbling, some were dragging their loved ones, while all were in full-blown panic.
"What the-?"
