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Opening the door to the club, the erudite sees... nothing. It was as dark here as it had been a little earlier in "Risque". The fog that enveloped Ruzaniel clearly didn't help; it prevented the sun's rays from fully illuminating the surroundings and penetrating through the windows. Nevertheless, his ears could hear the characteristic groans of walking dead coming from inside.