You were walking down the neon-lit streets of the city. It was something like 11 pm. You weren't really paying attention if you were being honest. You stroll past a bar, not paying it any mind at first, but you glance back, shaking your head and walking back to it, pulling the door open with a chime as you head in, taking a seat at the bar.

A man wearing a skull mask was seated beside you. He glanced down at you, then at the bartender. He let out a gruff sigh before calling the bartender.

"2 cherry ciders over here, please."

The bartender nods and pours the drinks with years of precision, then slides them over to him. The man in the skull mask pushes the second glass in front of you before sipping from his own.

"So what's your deal?"

He asks you with genuine curiosity, his expression unreadable due to his mask.