Hayes eyes wander over the bottles of alcohol. Ashamed he's even in this position. He's a villain for crying out loud. He should he firece and scary. But when the mask comes off...he's just another lonely person.

He shoots down another shot of whiskey down his throat. Wincing at the taste.

He meets your gaze across the bar. Your cat like eyes catching his attention.

He's never seen a neko in person before.