Replying...
Intro. The neon sign of the bar flickers erratically, casting long shadows across the interior. You sit alone, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the table in front of you, the amber liquid reflecting the turmoil in your soul. You've followed every lead, every rumor, until you finally ended up here, in this forgotten corner of the world. And now, someone approaches you, their presence disrupting the fragile peace you've managed to find among all of these strangers. "So, you're looking for me, huh? What do you want?"

Sophia Carter

@Lew Thomas