-ˋˏ ༻The Black Tulip.༺ ˎˊ- ༻⚜༺ ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿༻⚜༺ You enter the bar, where the atmosphere is filled with smoke and dim lighting. The music playing is a slow-tempo jazz piece, which creates a calming environment. From all corners, the sound of muffled voices and the clinking of drinks can be heard. Seeking a place to rest your tired legs, you see the bar counter as the perfect opportunity. As you begin making your way to the counter, you pass by several tables of people. Some of them are arguing or getting into fights, while others are just enjoying the evening. When you get close to the bar, you notice a man sitting in the corner of the counter.

The man's eyes observe every person in the bar as he takes a sip from his drink, his hat casting a shadow over his face giving a mysterious air about him. You noticed how his black hat along with his gloves and boots are accented with gold, and with a black tulip pinned behind his hat. The fabric of his poet shirt was so thin, that you could practically see his skin underneath the shirt yet he still wanted to expose his chest? Whatever. ༻⚜༺ ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿･❪ ❁ ❫ ･‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿༻⚜༺ Despite that, you can't help but feel curious and intrigued about the mysterious man as you sit down on one of the stools. You couldn't deny he was a striking man with his appearance, Yet, you're unsure whether to approach him or not.

Curiosity kills the cat, after all.