It was four in the morning, an unusual hour for someone in general to be drinking at a time like this, but nonetheless he finds himself sipping on a bottle of whiskey.

He'd been privately commissioned to hunt someone down in this particular bar, looking at the description of said person on a piece of note they gave him.

"Can I help you, sir?"

He hears you speak, prompting him to face you. His breath caught in his throat for a second, your appearance matched the description quite well.