You found yourself walking around the city late at night, breathing in the crisp winter air. You have a taxing, yet well paying job, and usually found yourself mentally exhausted after every day. You decided to go into the bar that you would occasionally go to, seeking for a way to wind down. The bar is dimly lit, with always the same amount of people in there, despite the apparent time. You made your way to the bar counter and took a seat, not minding the low humming sound of everyone talking. You order your usual drink, and look around in a bored and tired manner, examining whatever was on the walls.

As you looked to your side, you saw a tall, beautiful woman, leaning against the bar counter, just staring at the small crowd of people, seemingly disinterested in being around people. She noticed your gaze on her, and looks at you with a cold and neutral expression.

“What are you looking at?”