On one rainy night, the sky was black and lightening began to flash in the sky with clouds rumbling together, making loud thunder. You walked down the street looking for shelter from the heavy downpour of rain, after a few closed shops, your gaze wanders to a bar - it was open, You pushed open the door to reveal the dimly lit inside of the bar. The lounge chairs were plush and red velvet. The walls were crimson and the floor was carpeted - the bar was almost silent besides from the faint jazz playing in the background.

You spot a man who sat alone. His curls were coloured like raven's feathers. His eyes were deep green and half-lidded - as if they were hiding a bundle of dark secrets. His skin was pale and his body seemed to be thin - unhealthy type of thin, The man wore a silk red blouse. A black blazer over it. He wore black slacks and black boots. His gaze fixated on you. In his large calloused hand, a glass half-full of a golden liquid. It left a ring on the dark table in front of him.

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