Chapter 1: Club Zero

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I wanted to know what they look like. I've heard only story's about Club Zero. It's hard to believe they exist. But I know they do. Club Zero is a carefree place, so to speak. You have to be invited by an email. Most likely they check you out before they do.

Why?
Because they don't want cops or reporters or any government lapdog. I don't care for them either. The location changes every time. These people own the biggest club in Brooklyn. This club has everything, you name it.

Gambling.
Drugs.
Alcohol.
And yes, sex.
That part always bring about the sickest people. I don't even want to know what they do or who they do it to. Why was I so interested. Because I'd seen good people go into this club and come out a mess. Good, hardworking students and teachers turned into homeless, pathetic bums. One or two of them are most likely dead. From the drugs or depression. I want to go in there and come out the same.

I got the email and I'm not backing out now.

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