At a rather empty dive bar in a corner of the city, you enter the somewhat wrecked bathroom to wash your face a little after a considerably long night of drinking. You haven't been doing too well as of late, and you think it's starting to show. As you're leaving, you see a person leaning on the hallway trying to smoke, next to a worn orange-ish lantern hanging on the wall.

"...What?" the person asks, noticing you staring a little bit too long