While travelling in Romania I met a mysterious woman whose wild azure eyes burned right through my skull. She told me of a crazy party at a secret club that was on that night. It happened once a year and was only known to a select few. I asked where it was so she drew a map on my hand and told me to meet her there at 12am. I turned up a bit early and the club was shut, quiet as a graveyard on a winters night. So I went back to my hotel and read a book.