Slip into a shadowy blues club deep in the French Quarter, where ghostly horn players wail and cult-marked bartenders pour swamp-bright cocktails. The Scions’ dark hymns hum beneath every riff—and the spirits in your glass aren’t the only ones watching.

Toast the midnight blues… before the blues toast you.

Sip camp-fire cocktails at a makeshift dig-site bar strewn with sand-dusted maps, cracked jars, and gear still reeking of tomb dust. Each relic hints at the cursed labyrinth to come—and the crew is starting to disappear one by one.

Raise a tin cup to the discovery… before the discovery raises something for you.

Crank up the cassette deck and step into an ’80s lab-rave where green lightning arcs over slushy machines, body parts float in lava lamps, and every cocktail fizzes radioactive pink.

Chug the glow-juice, hit the strobe… and pray the power stays on.