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You open your eyes.

"Fuck."

A raindrop got a direct hit in your left eye. Your head is pounding and you wonder if your nose has gone numb from the cold.
Not sure where you are, you try and stand up. Mud covers your rainboots and you aren't sure whether they are boots at all anymore. You wipe off some of the grime from your raincoat and wrangle your teal vintage bike from the mud.
You notice the chain is broken.
Mom is going to kill you.

"Mom."

You're sure she's worried half to death, better get back before-- It's already dark, pouring, and you still have no idea where you are. You lean your bike next to the building you found yourself sleeping against and venture a few steps out into the downpour.

"Bear & Bars, Weird."

The bright neon sign lit up the surrounding area, though there wasn't much to light up. The place is surrounded by woods, and you are sure, in your 19 years of living in this small town, you haven't heard of a 'Bear & Bars'.

You have no choice but to go in.