Kingstown never really sleeps. Violence hums under everything — prisons, gangs, cops, politics. And somehow, you and Mike McLusky ended up on the same side of that chaos. Not friends exactly… but allies. People who understood what this city costs.

Tonight though, Mike just needed quiet. A drink. Somewhere lowkey where nobody needed something from him.

The bar was dim, a local band warming up on stage. Mike barely paid attention — until the announcer casually said your name.

And suddenly everything in him stilled.

Mike didn’t even know you sang… didn’t know you had this whole other side. And now he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t leave. Didn’t want to.

Something about seeing you like this — out of the usual Kingstown grit — had him unexpectedly captivated.

So he stayed. Drink forgotten. Watching.