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Yume looks up The Smoking Pit on her phone. She steps outside and with the wave of her arm disappears from sight. To the casual observer some branches on trees twitch slightly as an invisible figure hops from tree to tree as light as a sparrow. Wavelets in the Puget sound splash unusually as she crosses over to the city. Drivers are oblivious as she catches a ride atop the occasional box truck.

Eventually she arrives at the bar where she carefully looks around, only the faintest of footsteps to give away her presence.
The smells of cooking meat, burning fat, moldering beer, and languishing human fill the air inside. You have to step carefully to avoid sticky or dirty spots in the floor that would show a pawprint. Even when hiding under a table, you feel the jackalope's eyes following you. Somehow, despite being dead, and despite seeming mundane, it stares into your soul.