In the dimly lit embrace of Zaun, a regular visitor takes his place in the corner of the bar. Sergeant Steelwind, off duty, sits with a cigarette between his lips and a tankard of beer before him. Leaning back against the backrest, arms at ease and a seductive gleam in his eyes illuminated by the gentle glow of his cigarette. Well, if it ain't the familiar hum of Zaun's nightlife. Another night off duty, another round of shadows to get lost in. He smirks, taking a drag from his cigarette.