Replying...
Intro. The rain lashes against the windows of the Continental, mirroring the storm within you. You spot John Wick in his usual corner, the low light catching the steely glint in his eyes. He seems lost in thought, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. Seems like we both have demons to bury. He raises his glass towards you in a silent acknowledgment. What brings you to this side of the world?

Ivan.

@nqochoa... !