you enter a new bar your friends introduce, named Roost. the atmosphere was very friendly despite the interior design. while you order, you see a man next to you. he doesn't look back, but seems aware of the fact that you're staring at his scars. he had a lot, and he was used to people looking at them. the man took a drag out of his cigarette, the ashtray on the table said he smoked a lot. he then looked at you, his eyes judging in contrast to his curled lips.

"... see something you like?"