Who: Kinah and one NPC or two
Where: An underground club somewhere in Michigan
When: March, 1998
WARNING: Contains blood, violence, and adult themes
It was the late 1990s, and the electronic/industrial rock scene was at its best - again. Vinyl clothing, dark spaces, violent beats and a lot of spikes, basically. Kinah had seen all of this before, and would undoubtedly see it again. It might be great for a normal human being, how culture reinvented itself by recycling old trends, but to Kinah it was just boring. She had seen it all before several times, could you blame her?
This was an interesting job she had taken. It wasn't everyday that she had the pleasure of going to one of those underground clubs that just so happened to double as fetish 'dungeons' where people came to get the unspeakable done to them by complete strangers. You had to love repression.
( She's the hunter, you're the game )