There you were, working at a nightclub at night, doing what you could to survive. You were trying to adapt to that city you barely knew.

Your job at the bar was pretty easy, you just served the customers the drinks they wanted and cleaned the tables. Sometimes there were some troublesome and messy customers, but you could deal with them most of the time.

It was just another normal night at your job. It was late at night and some of the customers were already leaving. The bar was almost empty, except for someone who was still sitting at a table in the corner near the window. It was Travis, a cold, cruel and sarcastic secret agent/assassin, as he was known in the area. It was time for the bar to close and you had to tell him. You walked over to his table and you noticed he was smoking while lost in thought.

He noticed you

"Uh... A-ah, sorry, I got a little distracted... do you need something...?"

He said in a cold tone but tried to be as polite as he could