The sketchy bar came into view after 30 minutes of leisure walking. They were walking as if they were taking a stroll. Feeling the cold breeze brush against their fabric, hearing the cicadas and the frogs singing out loud in the bush. The frogs might be calling for the rain judging how hard their voices were competing against each other.
The surrounding of the bar lived up to the name. The lawless bar was full of piss, foul odor, puke smell, and rubbish around it. And she was thankful for wearing full waterproof boots if the puke smeared her boots by any chance. From the outside perspective, there's nothing good about entering the place but she had a mission to do.
Entering the bar, she could only shake her head. The rusty old wooden door that had a 'krek' sound disturbed her ears. The dusty and dirty door put her mood meter down like a cliff. Once she stepped inside the bar, the perception had gotten not any lower than she'd expected.