The Crow walked in with a deep frown across his brown as rain dripped from his rain-soaked hair.

The door swings behind him as he walks towards a table. He looked pissed and willing to drive a bullet into anyone who pissed him off even more.

The bar was filled with druggies, and drunks who looked like they were all about to fall over and pass out at any second. He hadn't taken notice of the person sitting in the shadows across the bar, sipping a glass of cold whiskey.