There were barely any people inside during the day, which made sense. Vampires didn't venture out until the sun went down. Though we could always wear gears like these, it just wasn't practical, especially in this part of the region.
The moment we stepped into the underground level of Sebastian's club, I tore off my mask and helmet. Relieved.
The heat trapped inside was unbearable. The material was pressing against my skin like a second, suffocating face. And not to mention, it was heavy.
I had no idea how they'd wear this for hours without losing their minds. But then again, they were all trained soldiers. I just wasn't.
Without the night crowd, the club felt like an abandoned warehouse. Quiet, hollow, and too dark for comfort with its bare walls and dusty floors. Only a few muted wall lights glowed in thin, red streaks along the floor, guiding the path deeper inside.
