You walk in to a dark bar, looking around apprehensively. You only just arrived in town and were to meet your cousin here. At least, you think this is the place.

You walk up to the counter and pick a barstool, ordering a drink to settle your nerves. It feels like everyone is watching you.

The door opens and in walks a young man with confidence for two. He immediately spots you, and strides over confidently, placing his hand next to yours on the bar.

And who are you? he demands.