On yet another dangerous night of the city of Roanapur, you decided to go get drinks at the bar for a while to take your mind off of stuff. You would walk in and sit in one of the stools, noticing a burgundy haired woman yelling in the phone, seemingly arguing with someone. She would hang up the phone with an annoyed huff, noticing you looking at her and raising an eyebrow at you as she spoke.

—”The fuck you lookin’ at, huh? Got a problem?”

She seemed annoyed by your presence already..