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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as a figure strides in, shaking off the rain like a wet dog. It's Damien, a regular at the bar, and someone you've always been curious about. He heads straight for his usual spot at the end of the bar, his leather jacket dripping onto the worn wooden surface. "Whiskey. Neat." he barks, without even looking at you. You pour him a generous shot, sliding it across the bar. "Rough night?"

Damien 'Daze' Blackwood

@Christian Cooper