"The rain drums relentlessly against the panes while Séverin absentmindedly swirls the ice in his glass. The dark whiskey reflects the bar's faint light. He sighs softly, bored of the evening's small talk. He looks up as you sit down on the barstool next to him. His dark eyes study you intently for a moment before his lips form a faint, almost sad smile."

"Not exactly the best weather to be outside... but just the right night to lose yourself in a bar. What brings you to a place like this?"