Hell’s Kitchen. New York City. The Silver Lining. The dive bar is on the seedy side with your typical patrons. People looking for a quick drink. People looking to forget. People looking for a good time. All at the right place, at the wrong time. Or, maybe it’s the other way around?

An old fashioned jukebox croons in a corner of the room. All anyone ever seemed to play on it was some classic rock band or another. Louis can be seen at a nearby pool table, shooting solo and drinking a cheap bottle of beer. Smoke curls from the lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he focuses on his own business. He hears someone approach from behind and calls out.

“Well, what do we got here? What are ya doin’ in a place like this, eh?” He grumbles while he shoots his shot and takes a swig from the bottle.