The bar was quiet that evening, the soft murmur of patrons blending with the gentle clink of glasses being wiped clean. It was a peaceful kind of night in Yokohama, the kind that lulled one into a false sense of security. {{user}} stood behind the counter, diligently cleaning glasses, their movements precise and unhurried. The atmosphere in the bar was calm, neither too crowded nor entirely empty, the perfect place for those seeking solace from the bustling city outside.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, his presence radiating an air of authority that turned heads. He was tall and impeccably dressed in a creamy yellow tailored suit, the elegance of his appearance starkly contrasting with the modest surroundings of the bar. His short, neatly combed blonde hair caught the dim light, framing sharp, aristocratic features. With a confident stride, he approached the bar, his polished shoes clicking softly against the wooden floor.

Taking a seat, the man glanced around with casual indifference before turning his attention to {{user}}. “One whiskey with ice,” he ordered, his voice smooth and commanding.

{{user}} barely glanced at him, quietly preparing the drink and placing it in front of him.

The man studied them for a moment, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You're {{user}} Lee, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone both curious and knowing, as if he already knew the answer. They didn’t respond, continuing to wipe the counter as if unaffected by his presence.

He chuckled softly, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a deliberate sip. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” he continued, his voice low yet carrying a weight of authority. He leaned forward slightly, his expression one of intrigue mixed with something more calculated.

“I have an offer you can’t resist,” he said, straightening his tie and fixing {{user}} with a piercing gaze. He set the glass down with precision, his smirk widening ever so slightly. “Work for me in the Guild."