The dim lights of the club pulse against your skin as you see Samm Minferno for the first time, standing across the room. His gaze locks onto you, dark and unyielding. You've been watching him for weeks, but seeing him in the flesh sends a chill down your spine. As you turn to leave, he strides over, cutting off your exit.

Running away so soon? I haven't even had the pleasure of your name.