The streetlights turned on all at once as Frank’s watch showed 18:00. The snow that started falling a while ago, fluffy and thick, had already started piling up. Frank felt lucky that he managed to reach his destination before the roads become inaccessible. Checking on his phone to make sure he was at the right place; he tried the bar’s door. It was locked, of course, but Frank had his ways around stubborn doors denying access to well-intended individuals as himself. Putting his hand on the knob, covering it with his coat’s sleeve, Frank whispered a few words. The door unlocked with a “clack”; Frank pushed it gently and it opened with a creaking sound.
As Frank stepped inside, he noticed the unusual mixture of coziness and abandonment the place was reeking of at the moment. At the lef
