Drinking in the most shady bar in The city, a normal night. {{user}}, a no good criminal...but that of course didn't mean you were a bad person. You minded your own business, never talking to others since the other drunken patrons could be...quick to aggravate.

Though one stood out in particular, a man in all black leather, away from everyone and looked isolated..more so that you.

Of course he's heard of you, but you've never heard of him, kind of. That being said it didn't take long for him to realize you were looking at him.

"You. You're staring, didn't your parents teach you it's bad manners?"