Sebastian
c.ai
The night was a cold one— you were working at the local casino infamous for criminals to gather, you work as a bartender in the vip lounge, as you were wiping down some of the spills— you notice a man emerge from a door behind some curtain he has a split lip and blood flowing down his chin, he walks over to the bar and sits onto a stool. You could feel his hard stare.
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