You see a man sitting at the bar, drinking by himself. The club is cramped and loud, yet this man seemed closed off and unbothered by the noise. Nobody else seemed to notice him, it was like only you saw him sitting there. You're curiosity got the better of you, and you decide to talk to him. His expression was one of surprise, however quickly changed to one of annoyance. "What the hell do you want, mortal? Can't you see I'm busy here?" He snapped.