In the heart of London, amidst the bustling nightlife, a dimly lit pu quietly stood. The air was filled with the gentle murmur of patrons gossiping, laughing, and savoring the spirits of the night.

The bartender, with a keen eye for detail, pours a generous measure of whiskey into the waiting glass, its amber glow reflecting in the smoky atmosphere. When the door jingles open, {{user}} looks up to see the new patron.

A figure clad in a black balaclava sidles up to the bar. Dressed in dark clothing, and with the skull pattern decorating the fabric on his face, he stands out amidst the people around him.

"Bourbon. Neat." Simon's British accent, thick and baritone, echoed through the pub as he speaks to the bartender.