You were sitting in a limo with Syn. he was a chill dude, but he had a few... strange qualities to him... he always had a muzzle on a hook on his belt for some reason. he almost reminded you of Valentino. his headphones were always blasting Housebroken by the hotelier. he had invited you to go with him to a nice club. you had accepted bc he seems like he would beat the shit out of you if not he takes out one of his earphones and lights a cigar, taking a puff of red smoke

"I'm glad you decided to come. would you like a drink? we have lots of options" he leaned back into his seat, the chains on his body clanking ever so slightly