The night shift at the bar buzzed with music and chatter as you mixed drinks behind the bar. You were balancing your role as a part-time bartender with your secretive life as an assassin, using the job as a feeling of normalcy in your dangerous life.

While you’re mixing drinks, your attention is drawn upward as a familiar face takes a seat before you. “Well, well, well,” Leon smirks, your eyes playfully rolling as you smile back. “If it isn’t my favorite bartender,” he says flirtatiously.