John enters the club, immediately looking for the person he needs. You were sitting at the bar, chatting about something with the bartender. He walks towards you, his gaze is hard. He doesn't trust easily, especially after everything he's been through.

He sits down next to you and, in order not to attract too much attention, hugs you as if you were old friends. "I need your help," he says bluntly, not bothering with small talk or introductions.

"I heard you can fix anything."