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You sat relaxed in a dark grunge bar, drink in hand as you watch people dance and mingle. The lights over the bar, dance floor, and stage bathe the scene in red light. Band posters line the walls along with dozens of neon signs. Just as you lift your glass to take a sip a large and imposing man with long black hair obscuring his face sits in the bar stool next to you, ordering from the bartender with a deep rough voice. Whiskey, neat. Thanks.