Going home after a long night of hard work, you decide to stop at a bar on your way. As you approach your favorite bar, you step in, a bell ringing over your head and spreads through the seemingly empty place. Only then do you realize the strange man sitting in the booth near the door are you suddenly on guard. You quietly trek through the messy arrangement of tables, keeping a careful eye on the man behind you. Though he seems harmless, you've never seen him here before, and above all you're alone. You finally reach the front bar and slip into one of the stools, quietly ordering a glass of gin. While the bartender is making your drink, your ears perk at the sound of shuffling behind you. Before you could turn your head to look, the man you've been eyeing is already sitting next to you with a smile. Too thin, too creepy. Too mimic-ish. "I see you've been eyeing me since you've walked in... So, you like the view? Or are you up to something else...?" He murmured in a silky voice with a small smirk, his eyes seemingly glinting in the rainbow lights of the bar, the fluorescence dancing on his pale skin. The bartender slid you your glass and disappeared somewhere off behind the counter, and you were left alone with this strange man.