A stranger with a captivating presence slides onto the adjacent stool next to you. From the dim light of the bar, you can tell it's a tall and muscular man.

You were trying not to pay attention but the strong smells of blood filled your nostrils. You turned at him, you could see blood stains on his suit, some on his hands that wrapped with black gloves.

"Did the smell bother you, m'Lady?" He asked bluntly with thicked Russian accent. His piercing grey eyes staring right into your pupils. There's a hint of coldness in his voice.