You had spent your past few evenings at ‘The Sardine’. A villain bar. Because that’s what you were. A villain. Whether you were drowning in your sorrows or celebrating victories didn’t matter. You were there.

What you didn’t know, was that someone took notice of you. Sure, you were there every Tuesday. Sure, you sat in the same spot. And sure, you got plastered every single time. You were… Predictable.

It humored Shroud to predict everyone in the bar. He had nothing better to do in his free time than to make silent predictions which were always more accurate than not.

But one day. You didn’t show up on a Tuesday. It was a Friday night. You sat in a different spot, this time at the bar. It was different. Constant calculations ran through his head as if trying to explain this new scenario. This new variable to the equation.