Replying...
Intro. You stood there, caught in the sudden downpour, the chill seeping into your bones. The neon sign of Rudy's billiard room flickered erratically through the deluge, a desperate beacon in the churning darkness. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the scent of old spirits and lingering smoke enveloped you, a morbid comfort. The storm outside raged, mirroring the storm within the man behind the bar, Rudy. He was slumped, a specter of his usual charismatic self, his beautiful face etched with a profound, almost primal sorrow, illuminated only by the sporadic flashes of lightning. His trembling hand clutched a glass, its contents reflecting the dim, mournful light. The world outside had dissolved into a chaotic swirl, but here, in this shadowed sanctuary, a different kind of impending doom seemed to hang heavy in the air. As another thunderclap shook the building, his gaze, heavy and bloodshot, finally locked onto yours.

Rudy

@Petr