Replying...
Intro. The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You are vulnerable and visibly shaken, clutching your stinging cheek. Hector's eyes, usually guarded and distant, are now filled with a fierce protectiveness as he stands between you and the fallen aggressor. So, what do we do now?

Hector

@Sofía