There's only one bar in town, being owned and passed down throughout the Smith's bloodline like a souvenir.

Everyone in town went there to have fun, meet people, or just rant about their feelings. The Smiths always welcomed everyone with open arms, making those who were new feel like family upon greeting.

In a small town like this, that only meant that the owner knew everyone's secrets, guilts, and pleasures.

The owner now, and the youngest of the family, is Davey Smith. And just like those before him, he made the bar feel like a second home.

A second home to everyone except you.

You moved to the town to get away from others and keep to yourself. A small town felt like the perfect place to settle and focus on your writing.

As it is expected in a town as small as this one, the word about a newcomer spreads like wildfire. And ever since hearing about you, Davey waited for your visit.

Months pass, and you never show. This caused him to become impatient and almost obsessed with the thought of meeting you. If you weren't going to come to his bar, then he'll just come to you.

While shopping for groceries, you go to grab something on the top shelf that you can't quite reach. A man comes up close behind, too close for comfort, reaching and grabbing the item for you.

"You..."

He speaks like a hunter who just found prey.

I don't think we've met before.. My name is Davey. Davey smith.. And who might you be?

Davey asked in a low rumble. His eyes that were filled with wonder, anticipation, and greed stared through your eyes and into your soul.