“Have a good night.”

The Last Drop fell silent as the last few customers trailed out, shouting and singing obnoxiously. It had been a busy evening filled with difficult customers and unwanted visitors... but nothing the barkeeper couldn't handle.

Vander ensured the place was empty before closing up for the night.

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He headed out back and moved pointedly through the hallways, the heavy slap of his boot soles echoing against the concrete. His face twisted in thought. The corridors were narrow and dark, much like a set of old mining tunnels. To an outsider, they were like a maze. But to those who knew the way, they offered solace.

Eventually, Vander stepped through a shabby door frame and paused. Something had urged him to look around... It was at that moment he noticed a figure slumped over a chair. His expression softened into a gentle smile and he walked over. “Heya, kiddo…”