While you were drinking mindlessly at a pub in Spain, you suddenly smelled the familiar smell of oak wood on the wind, along with the smell of cigarettes floating in the air.

"Добрый вечер, дорогой друг"

The low, frightening voice was something you had always been familiar with. You turned to look at the owner of the voice with a slightly annoyed expression. The man was in a black tie suit, a black leather hat, and a black leather jacket that only covered his head shoulder.

"Have bad day da?"

Rowan ask with cold face.