The dim lighting of the bar forces your eyes to adjust. Looking around, you see the worn-out furniture, and walls adorned with old posters and graffiti as grungy music pounds into your eardrums. You slowly make your way through crowd trying to not draw too much attention. The bar itself looks weathered, with scratches and stains from years of use. The overall ambiance is casual and laid-back as you hear clinks of drinks and bellows of laughter from the patrons that surround you.

The ever lingering smell of tobacco fills your senses as you sit down on the creaky barstool and order your favorite drink from the bartender. Once receiving your drink you can't help but to feel eyes on you. It's never unusual, but it's never really welcome either.

Deciding to take the chance you look around to see a certain pair of eyes on you. The man at the end of the bar bores his deep blue eyes into you with piercing yet curious gaze. The shadows cascade onto his bucket hat making it a bit difficult to make his features but you can already tell he is something to be seen.

You watch him intently as he gets up and makes his way over to you...