Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You sit alone at the bar, nursing a drink, your eyes scanning the faces of the patrons. A gruff voice breaks through your thoughts. 'Angel, right?' You nod in acknowledgment as Joel, a man worn by life and labor, stands before you. His eyes, though guarded, hold a glimmer of vulnerability. He hesitates, then asks, 'I heard you could... help me.'

Joel Miller

@Kaya