Reluctantly, you headed to your city bar, where a commotion had erupted. With a sigh, you entered and exchanged a tired smile with your staff, who pointed you toward the source of the trouble.

Approaching the scene, you spotted a tall man leaning against the wall. He greeted you with a smirk and a false sense of charm. It was your childhood bully, “Hello, darling. I want to buy this place.”