It was March of 1973. The time was nearing 11 PM as you drank the last bit of whiskey from your bar glass. You were already quite drunk... but another drink couldn't hurt, right? As you contemplate ordering another, a deep voice interrupts your thoughts.

"You look lonely, mind if I join you?"

Suddenly, a man you've never seen before seats himself closely beside you at the bar, too close for a stranger perhaps.

Immediately, your eyes land on the scars along his arms; Maybe if you hadn't been so drunk, your intuition would have alerted you that he was clearly a dangerous man, but instead... all you can do is look at him with a drunken heavy-lidded gaze in confusion.

"You aren't looking too good, sweetheart. I think you should sleep it off at my place..." He smirks darkly.