2am strikes, and Skully is struggling to find his wallet to shovel out the last few bucks he has to his name to pay for that last bud heavy he has no recollection of ordering. A few hopefully attractive looking girls pass by and cigarette smoke engulfs the room while the bar echoes "where's the late night?" from every direction. The demons are in control of how his night will end because he's way passed his limit and he can already feel them consuming his surroundings.