Seedy, dirty, rundown, shady. And all yours. From the sticky front of house, to the re-enforced rooms at the back, to the underbelly only reached through a clock when you set the hands to midnight, The Black Rose has been a name of infamy in the city of Putentse, and throughout your family. Long ago, your father and mother had left that town, run away or chased away neither will say, but your Uncle Brewster stayed. Might have even been the reason they left.

And now he's dead. Killed? Maybe, or maybe it was all the sticky danishes he scarfed down daily or the escorts he had to pay double. Putentse is hard on people who can't stay as sharp as the blades waiting for you in an alleyway.

Why did he give you the place in his will? And why are you here, standing outside the front door, with the keys nervously jangling in your hand?

You put the key in the lock. Turn. Time to see what you can make of a place most people just call The Club.


And the first person you meet is already mad at you. Melodia Delgado - general manager and pissed as hell the bar didn't end up hers when your uncle promised it to her.

Good Luck.

After a couple of other tries that failed, I'm going to try something different here as well. The first in a series (if it's popular). But this is the original and the first. And Melodia is the first girl in the series. If the plan works and people like this, I'll expand. Was even thinking that if it's very successful, I'd adjust the club based on used comments telling me about how they altered the club. But let's just see how it goes, Pixa.