The restaurant.

Dago didn’t really eat much anymore, now that he survived on blood, but the restaurant kind of intrigued him in the sense that he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Nothing about it was indicative of what kind of food it served or anything like that, but it was obviously a restaurant. It smelled pretty good to him, too.

He walked inside and was immediately stricken by an intense amount of pain that he couldn’t describe other than his entire being hated being in that place. He made a move to leave, but found that he was on the ground. His vision blackened and he passed out.

Later, he woke with a start, no longer feeling the pain he did before. He grabbed his chest and touched his forehead, trying to make sure he was still intact. It seemed he was, but he realized he was completely naked. Who had taken his clothes? That was odd. He looked up and saw a window, but it was thankfully still dark. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he took the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. He cautiously opened the door.

There was a long hallway there. There were was a door at one end, but a railing with a set of stairs on the other end. He peered over the railing, but didn’t see anyone.