Ryah felt the skin on the back of his neck tingle, leaving him feeling wary and cautious. Even though the place looked dark and empty, there was something about it that unsettled him. The first door he explored on the left was an empty kitchen. The men's bathroom was also similarly empty and the first sweeping glance Ryah took around the main room yielded nothing. It only took a couple minutes to check the rest of the first floor before the brunet motioned to the stairs. There was an elevator but that was just asking for trouble.<br/><br/>He glanced quickly at Drake. "Do you hear anything?" He asked quietly, hand on his gun. He didn't want to be caught unawares, but he didn't think it was a good idea to be waving his gun around either.<br/><br/>Any other time, such a club would have fun. Ryah didn't go out often but once in a while, some of the other hunters liked to drag him out for a night of drinking and dancing. The brunet didn't drink often and he was usually more than happy to play Designated Driver. If Ryah hadn't known about this place, he would have recommended it to his friends. Plenty of room on the dance floor, tons of booths, and a really cool, laidback theme, everything done up in rich purples and dark reds, off-setting the sleek black. They found all the exits on the first floor, along with a couple of cameras, though they didn't look to be running during the daytime.<br/><br/>He came to an abrupt halt. He thought he'd heard something coming from the second floor. "What was that?" He whispered, his voice barely making a sound. He tensed, resisting the urge to pelt up the rest of the stairs.