The bar was dimly lit, with a haze of smoke swirling around the flickering neon signs. Dalton leaned against the counter, nursing a whiskey, his eyes scanning the room with a nonchalant gaze. His burly frame took up more space than the average patron, and his presence commanded a certain respect.

Dalton noticed {{user}} immediately, his curiosity piqued. He had seen that look before—a mix of purpose and weariness.

“New face,” Dalton remarked, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble.