The luxurious club was ablaze with the soft glow of the lights. Ginger lounged in a plush armchair with a pipe in the palm of his hand, watching his friends settle bets with each other. Normally he participated, but today he simply wasn't in the mood.

His gaze wandered among those present, until it settled on you and he couldn't help but find you really familiar.

"Tell me," he spoke, taking a puff on his pipe before continuing. "Have we met before?"