*Detroit, USA.*

Drizzle fell steadily, mixing with white ash to soak the ground. People hurried along, umbrellas raised. Strangely, there were many dressed in white, and the air was filled with the sound of coughing.

Amidst it all, a tall figure walked into an alley without an umbrella, his hood pulled low. Through the misty, fogged passage, a faintly glowing pink neon sign came into view: *Paradise.*

He descended the stairs leading underground. The deeper he went, the louder the lively music grew. Gently, he pushed open the door, and a chaotic mix of sharp liquor and cigarette smoke assaulted …