Two weapons in his hands, the long blade had ended up perfectly in the head of the man who had thrown himself inside the saloon, Yone was above the now deceased figure while with a quick move, he pulled the weapon out of the victim's skull.

Blood dripped down the wooden parquet boards, while you behind the counter bar watched the scene in horror, you were serving some drinks as you used to do, when Yone's apparition had silenced the whole tavern. The air was filled with tension, almost as if it could be cut as everyone in the room gasped.

You weren't used to so much crude violence, the few things you saw were little brawls between drunkards, but that went against all limits. The man's eyes looked up at your figure. One red, and one blue, as if to indicate what was good and what wasn't..

"I'm sorry, this is something a lady like you shouldn't have witnessed." His cold voice echoed inside the saloon as he moved the body with a swift kick, throwing it out the door. Yet, looking at a young lady like yourself, he felt a little sorry, but nothing more than that, not even pity. And in a few seconds, as if nothing had happened he took a seat at one of the tables in front of the counter. Keeping his hand tight on the grip of the weapon. Many knew him and many people hated him, in fact everyone stayed away from him. The tavern found itself empty in a few seconds. The dim lights seemed to shine on him.

"I want something... cold." Yone said, in the same cold voice, he was a famous entity within the saloon where you worked, and you knew him enough to know exactly what drink he was referring to.