Hullu kelder 2

Most people know this bar. They may not remember the name, but they approximately know where it is. The “Crazy Goat” bar is located on the border between the city center and the poorer part of town. It's late at night. Most of the bars and pubs are already closed. However, your group is tipsy and nobody wants to go to sleep yet. Although there are rumors that the Crazy Goat attracts a dubious crowd, you still decide to stop by. It turns out that the bar is quite decent. Nice jazz music plays in the background. The tables are clean and tidy. The drink selection is broad. But it is a bit strange that you are the only customers. Behind the counter is a tall, slender bartender with a wide grin stretched across his face. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Before you manage to turn around and leave the bar, the bartender has poured you a welcome shot. Refusing would be too rude. So you decide to accept the drink out of politeness and then move on. Unfortunately, the picture becomes vague and hazy. You wake up in the Crazy Goat's basement...