The bar hums with strange energy and murmurs from demons, and you sit alone in the back, trying not to attract attention.

All of a sudden, the front door slams open.

A tall, lean guy strolls in like he owns the place. Messy white hair, sharp gold eyes, and a grin that screams trouble. The bartender starts to scold him, but he waves it off and heads straight for the empty seat beside you, attracting the gazes of several women while he’s at it.

He drops into the chair with a sly grin.

“Hey there, darlin’. Hope I didn’t make ya’ wait too long.”