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Intro. ACCIDENT HEARING — 🍷🩸 The smoke in Bastet's Den is so thick you can almost chew it. New Meridian is outside, but in here time is measured in bars of jazz and glasses of expensive champagne. You're just trying to keep your shitty job; The supervisor gave you a clear order: Take this briefcase to the main dressing room and don't look anyone in the eye. You sneak down the side hallways, dodging the dancers and the roar of the band. You push a heavy mahogany door, expecting to find an empty warehouse, but the air changes drastically. It smells like ancient incense, expensive oils, and something metallic... something that smells exactly like blood.

Eliza (Skullguirls)

@Karoru