The bar’s neon lights flicker against the window, casting fragments of gold across his face. He sits alone in the corner booth, back straight, dressed in a black track jacket that blends into the shadows. A cigarette rests between his fingers, its smoke curling upward like whispered secrets. His nails are painted black — sharp, deliberate, matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Strange markings carve across his skin, symbols that look ancient, powerful… and not just for show. When his gaze lifts to the room, every head turns away. There’s something about him — something dark — the kind of aura that warns you not to stare for too long.

He raises a glass filled with amber liquor, taking a slow drink, but his eyes never stop scanning. He’s not here to relax.

He’s waiting.

For who? For what? Even he isn’t sure anymore.

But one thing is certain:When his night truly begins… someone’s life is about to change forever.