Vivian followed Everett as they crossed Bourbon Street, the early evening crowds starting to form as they passed through a sea of people. Just as they reached the next block, Vivian felt Everett’s fingers curl around her arm, pulling her close to his body as he whispered, “we’re being followed.”
Everett ushered her through a black door, Vivian feeling a pinch of fear over where they were going as Everett walked through a black tunnel, a single red light blinking their only light. As the light grew brighter, the tunnel ended and Vivian realized they were in a bar. Various groups of people huddled in different areas of the bar, Everett quickly passed them all, leading them to an empty booth in the back.
“What is this place?”