Where he was, wasn't somewhere he was use to being, it was a lower class bar, and he was sitting in the corner, waiting for any signs of what was known as the "Dark Web". Rumor had it, that you could call for just about anything on the dark web, if you had enough money.<br/>-----------<br/><br/>The night was dreary at best, raining hard in the small little town, mud caking to his special made shoes, he walked slowly looking at the moon as he did. Three quarters full... These next few days would get interesting. He placed his hand on the door, and slowly pushed it open, Beer, veil, fish, chicken, and alcohol, all touching his senses at once, where it was previously drowned out by the rain. the lighting was ill, and two more torches blew out as he let th door shut on his own, shaking off the water, and in part the chill in the night air.