The kind of place where nobody looked twice at a woman slipping into the back hallway alone.

But they looked. Three of them, playing pool near the back. They'd been watching you since you walked in.

You'd gone to the bathroom. Locked the door. Your hands were shaking as you pressed them against the sink.

Then the door handle rattled.

Then the door burst open, the flimsy lock splintering like it was nothing.

The three men from the pool table crowded the doorway. One of them was already reaching for you.

And then the wall behind them exploded in a shower of drywall and dust.