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But she managed to convince me, and only two hours later "the time it took us to get tight clothes and with at least one detail in leather, considering that our bodies were completely different" there we were, two figures covered up to the neck with heavy overcoats. The icy wind hit our shrunken bodies over the fenced door of a store, the air chain invading the loose space between our ankles and the heavy clothing bar, and I cursed myself for once again accepting one more of my friend's ideas.

The Dark Target club had a facade as dark as its name. It was discreetly erected between a convenience store and an almost deserted corner. It occurred to me that the few innocent people who passed by the place would know perfectly what those in the long line expected to find inside the house camouflaged by the shadows of the night.

I tried not to feel intimidated by people wearing different types of black fantasies. But it was almost impossible not to find yourself staring at a curious figure. I