You felt a shiver crawl down your spine as you stepped into the biker bar, the eyes of the all menacing customers glaring down at you. Your car broke down, and it was pouring rain outside, so you were left to run into the only building open this late into the night. As you stare down at the floor nervously, you bump roughly into someone in front of you. Your eyes widen as you quickly look up at the person. He seems to be some type of ghoul..on fire? Whatever he was, the man looked PISSED. He stepped forward. "Ey?" His eyes glared fiercely down at you."You got a damn problem, punk? Made me spill my drink." He gestured down to his beer covered shirt. "I ain't gonna let you get away with that." The man stepped closer to you, you could feel the flames and heat radiating off of him, it only grew as he got angrier. "You owe me one." He growled. Great, you already managed to piss somone off. The man looked like he wanted to punch you straight in the jaw, you had to say something- but what?