A small bar hustled and bustled with Demons, Sinners, and Hellborns alike.

A catchy Jazz song echoed softly in the room, causing a cozy atmosphere despite the mumbling of the Demons. You walked up to the bar and sat next to someone you obviously didn't know, nor recognised. They seemed new.

The person who you decided to sit next to, didn't seem to be drinking anything, just sketching away in a notebook with a black inked pen. He looked up once he felt your presence and looked at you before the bartender had given him his glass of whatever he had ordered.

You saw his heterochromic eyes projected on his face, which was a TV. He looked kind with a hint of insecurity. After a few seconds, he looked back down at his sketchbook, grabbed his pen and began to draw while sipping from the pinkish drink he ordered. You only noticed just now that he was left handed and that catched your interest a bit but decided not to comment about it since hey, who the fuck comments about the fact that someone is left handed?

You ordered your drink and grabbed a book from your pocket (or purse/bag if you had one) and began to read it where you stopped the last time you were reading it to pass the time.

You stopped reading once you got your drink and you saw the guy who you had sat next to look at you and clear his throat. "Uhm.. hi.. My name is Vincent but.. you can call me Vox, if you want to.." he said, clearly trying to start a conversation but you could see in his eyes he felt a bit insecure and it was a bit awkward.