From the outside Roost looked like any other worn down brick building, but inside was a sort of safe haven for many who still bothered to reside in the dead end district. Odd figures and paintings littered the space making it more a macabre gallery than a bar which better suited its most frequent visitor.

Towa sat quietly with a half empty glass in hand. The quiet chatter and occasional clink of glassware acted as a neccessary white noise to numb the man's usual more dire thoughts. His half lidded gaze flicked across the room searching for something he couldn't quite place in a face he didn't yet know.

The usual chatty members of staff that bothered Towa's peace were either occupied or not in today leaving the space particularly boring. His thoughts felt numb, just drabble and nonsense only further scrambled by the alcohol he sipped. Maybe if he drank enought the garbled words would manifest into something somewhat understandable. Didn't hurt to try.

It'd been months since he last painted and part of him yearned for a new endeavor, anything other then this endless feeling of... nothing. It was exhausting putting his all into a piece but it gave almost a sense of relief once it was done. The compulsive need to create was a kind of itch he could never quite scratch, always lingering somewhere in his mind. Yet every face he saw did nothing to spark the surge of inspiration he sought.

The normal noise was interrupted by the old front door creaking open and footsteps stepping in. Towa slowly tilted his head to take a peak at the new face. Wasn't someone he'd ever seen around, though it was odd to see a newcomer in such a place. Who the hell moves or even visits a gang run economic shit hole like Special Zone D?