“Hail to the King, baby!” you choke out bravely as a chrome-plated chain whistles menacingly across the room and into your face.
The dank, wood-paneled lobby will certainly need more than a light dusting tonight after the “club” gets through with you. The last thing you hear on this earth is a series of guffaws and your last fading thought, before the darkness swallows you is… what will become of Kathy???
Your journey ends under a pile of rocks overlooking the sinister playground of motorcycles and menace that is The Harley’s Nest Inn!