Otto pov:
"If you want to survive, then go to the roof of this building. "
I spoke to one of the Club workers.
"And who are you to give us a directive?" He responded rudely.
"You're just a drunk," he added.
"I am a police officer," I said firmly.
"The beast is homophobia to heights above 444 metres," I added.
"He is right, we should follow him." A female waitress spoke to the worker, who was adamant.
"Alright, this way!." He pointed towards a direction of a gigantic skyscraper. Some use the elevator, while others use the staircase.
As the workers and the clubbers rushed upstairs, I stood at the entrance with my gun, ready to defend them. I could hear the beasts growling and scratching at the door, trying to force their way in.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of shattering glass.
