Dove pauses before a somewhat dilapidated building, shrouded by neon lights, and entirely outshone by the gilded casino beside it. A large wooden sign above the door proudly announces its name: The Rabbit Hole. Beanny had been enamoured with the place.
“There's just so much potential!” she’d gushed, “The drinks- the effects they can have- I wonder if I could make something like that for cherubuns too...
