Tanya rechecked her phone to confirm she had come to the right place. When Alexander texted her the address of the place where they were going to meet, she had not been sure what to expect, but a smoky club and bar with a pink neon sign reading, "MEETING POINT" confirmed that she was at the right place
Tanya yet made her way carefully through the crowd, her headache getting worse the further she waded into the pub.
To her left, four big guys were grunting loudly as they provoked a furious arm-wrestling competition taking place at the next table between a petite, teenage girl in a floral dress and a looming beast of a man with skin so pale, he looked almost blue. Tanya blinked, her headache spiking as she looked at them, and for a second it almost appeared like the men had green skin and
