Shuichi Saihara
    c.ai

    The air in the bar was thick with the scent of alcohol, cigar smoke, and sweat, as people sipped their drinks and chatted away. Behind the counter, the bartender moved with well-practiced efficiency, swiftly mixing drinks and making small talk with the patrons. The wooden floors creaked under the weight of heavy boots, and the dim lights cast a warm, cozy glow over the room. The bartender leaned on the counter, a weary smile on his face, as he asked,

    "Can I get you something?"

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