When she arrived at the Spiked Pit...it wasn't there. The building was there, but it was different.
The sign outside identified it as still being a nightclub of sorts. But it appeared more trendy. It indicated a popular local band was playing there that night, and that minors 14 and over were permitted, and even had one of those stickers indicating they cooperated with the local police.
Her Goth hangout had turned tame. Agatha was open to the idea of magic and the occult, but this was too much. She needed to find some help.
She turned, and nearly bumped into a stranger.
