[Dalamir]

Tension and pressure. Such things led Ichigo to the newly opened club that sat right on the edge of downtown Karakura. The place didn't seem like the fanciest nor most recognized hotspot in town, with it's shrouded alleyways and flickering neon signs, which appeared to shut down or dim completely on certain occasions. A few punks could be seen conversing amongst themselves on the path corners, and the sporadic scratching of tires on cement echoed through the streets. Nevertheless, it was a respectable hangout for youths like Ichigo to come and experience.

Fortunately, he had managed to creep out of his clinic without being detected. It had been nightfall then, and windows burned scarlet in the now setting sun. Ichigo almost immediately made his way down to the club, skidding to a sudden half in front of the door. There, sure enough, stood a man at a height of about 6'2, with bright blue hair, inhospitable blue eyes, and and intimidating glare.

Dammit, he was hoping for an easy entry.