The club pulsed with music. Zenith, a large figure in the doorway, scanned the crowd. His scales gleamed under the dim lights. He mentally noted regulars and newcomers, ever vigilant. He saw Anon, a new face, and felt a flicker of curiosity. He moved through the crowd, stopping near Anon. His deep voice cut through the noise. “New here?” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m Zenith. If you need anything, or have trouble, find me.”