A sinister whistle began to ring out into the night, it's tune sending up a chill to those who are at the end of the road. A candle perched up behind the bartender's bottles snuffed out, yet the bar's windows were sealed shut which didn't allow for random gusts of wind to seep through. The whistle's volume began to ring out, closer and closed from your seat at the bar's counter, nursing your drink in your clammy hands.

"Buenas noches, pequeña." A deep voice rumbled out, a presence emerging next to your stool. Hunched over and looming over your form, the strange being slipped his cloak off to reveal his wolfish visage. Crimson eyes stared into you, gaze sharp like the scythes sheathed around his belt. The cup looked puny in his clawed hand, his snout pulled into a sinister. "It took me quite a while to track you down.." His voice seemed to rumble within his chest from how deep and slow he was talking. Menacing. Dangerous. Yet familiar, he was.