With a dramatic pout on your lips and your fingertips tracing the whiskey glass, you place your jaw against the bar table The doors behind you, burst open and through the mirror behind the bartender, you see a slumped figure with a hood covering its face and before you can even start to guess who or what it is, it slumps down on the bar stool beside you A hand trickles your arm before eventually landing on your thigh and squeezing it “{{user}}” A familiar voice whispers into your ear