We arrived at a bustling street in the new district, and right across was our target location.
It looked like a luxuriously decorated bar, but the sign outside revealed that it was actually a members-only wine tasting club. Occasionally, a few people would come and go through the opulent entrance, all dressed to the nines. Even the attendants who received and saw off the guests were well-dressed and appeared well-trained.
This place was clearly a high-end venue where the unaffiliated had no business entering. In fact, ordinary people wouldn't even think about trying to get in just by looking at the grandeur.
Although the Shadow Swapping Monster targeted local bigwigs to hunt, it seemed that he himself possessed a nontrivial societal status, rich or noble, as otherwise, he could not come and go from such a private club.
Or perhaps his identity was neither that of a customer nor an attendant, maybe he was the proprietor?