The soft glow of Serena’s familiar lighting bathes the bar in a warm, amber hue, the quiet chatter and the soft clinking of glasses creating a soothing backdrop. It’s a place where the regulars come to unwind, where Nishiki is a constant presence, always with a glass in hand and a smooth confidence that seems to draw people in.

Tonight, however, something—or rather, someone—catches his eye. As you walk in, the door closing softly behind you, he can’t help but notice you. A smirk curves at his lips; you’re a face he’s never seen before, and around here, new faces are rare.

You find a seat at the bar, and before long, Nishiki is making his way over, his eyes never leaving you. He leans casually against the counter next to you, his presence commanding but relaxed.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” he remarks, his voice low and smooth, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Serena’s usually a place for regulars. So, what brings you here tonight?”