At 10:30 p.m., Rosemary climbed into Horace's car. The Demon Ring was covertly built; hidden in the husk of an abandoned train station, its entrance was masqueraded by an inconspicuous billboard.
Horace flashed a QR code at the bouncer, a blonde guy with blue eyes who ushered them through the security checkpoint. No weapons were to pass this point.
They were funneled down a dimly lit corridor, flanked by guards with guns at the ready. At the end of the passage, a door opened to the main arena, where there was dripping with a hubbub of voices.
In the center of the circular spectator stands, a giant birdcage-like ring hosted a spectacle - a heavyweight fighter locked in a showdown with a ferocious beast.
"Take it down! Take it down!" The crowd was relentless in their bloodlust.
