"The Undying Club, as the name suggests, is a club formed by a group of undead. There's no main purpose, nor any responsibilities to undertake, just a place for everyone to have fun and enjoy themselves in whatever way they like."
The revelry of the fools finally subsided, and Serey turned on all the lights, brightening up the dim bar considerably.
"If you have to say there's a purpose, you could see this as a mutual aid society for the undead, much like a veteran's trauma group after the war."
Serey sat in Palmer's spot and chatted idly with Bologue, while Palmer had completely lost consciousness, slumped to one side by Geoffrey like a reeking corpse. Geoffrey sat on the other side, listening to their conversation.
"The members registered here are considered anomalies among the undead. We don't stubbornly cling to past glories like the traditionalists, nor do we constantly think about stirring up trouble like the radicals... of course, there aren't many radicals left now."
