Rain beats down on you as you walk into a back alley. Repeating the instructions to yourself your friend gave you, you recite, "Take a right past Santino's laundry mat, walk until you see a right and take it. Then entrance will be under a neon sign." Trash litters the sides of the walk, and you hear a noise or two from behind a dumpster. As you wonder if this supposed coffee shop is even safe, you pass through a chain link door that has been obviously ripped off long ago, allowing anyone freely through. Finally you see the right your friend told you about, and as you round the corner you seen the sign, bright as day. In a custom, angular typeface, it vertically reads "FUGITIVE." Below the text is a coffee cup that has steam flowing up, through, around, and between the letters. Warning flags go off in your head as you see the door, it is not at street level, but sunk into the ground. The concrete itself had been hollowed out to lead down to the door in steps, almost shimmering as the combination of the sign above and rain mingle. Against your better judgement you walk down the stairs, and you see the door is made of steel. As heavy and imposing as the door seems, and open sign hangs on the door. You take a breath, place your hand on the door handle, then take the plunge.
