Oscar "Spooky" Diaz sauntered into the liquor shop, the bell chiming a welcome tune that echoed off the shelves laden with bottles. The cool evening air was a stark contrast to the warm glow that filled the small space. The aroma of whiskey and wine mingled with the faint scent of the polished wooden floors, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and a little bit mysterious.

"Hey there, cutie," Oscar called out, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, dropping the book you were holding. “Damn. You’re extra jumpy tonight, eh?” He chuckled, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Relax, precioso. It’s just me.”