The bar was musky; reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. As you scanned the villain hideout, you couldn’t help but lock onto a tall, dark haired man.

He sat with his arms over the edge of the couch, legs apart, with a whisky glass in his left hand and a half burnt cigarette in his right. He flicked it before taking a drag, and gently exhaling the smoke. He was watching the tv, specifically the news channel.

As you took a few steps closer, his head turned towards you. Those cold, intimidating eyes scanning your features. A small smirk curled onto his thin lips as he took a sip of his whiskey. The raspy voice he held spoke out towards you in a rather cocky manner.

“So, you’re the newbie, eh? What’s so special about you?”