The guy with the blood-stained sleeve just walked into the dive bar on 4th again.
So, I’m waiting for my drink, right? This guy walks in, looking like he just stepped out of a wreck. Suit jacket ruined, left sleeve basically shredded, dark red mess dripping onto the floorboards. Most people would go to the ER. This guy just walks to the corner stool, signals the bartender without saying a word, and waits for a bottle of whiskey like he’s ordering a coffee. He’s got these jagged scars all over his hands too. He didn’t even flinch when he sat down, just stared at the door for ten minutes like he was waiting for someone to try him. Who even lives like this?
Wait, the guy from the Raven syndicate? I thought they only operated in the shadows.
Reply to BarFly_Jae： He's not there for the drinks, trust me.
Maybe it's a test. Or a warning? The bar staff seems to know exactly what to do when he lands.
He looked completely bored, honestly. Like bleeding out is just a Tuesday for him.
How do you handle a wound like that and just order whiskey? That's insane.
He always leaves when the owner shows up. Like clockwork.
Is it just me, or does he look like he's waiting for someone specific to kick him out?
I've seen him before. That's . Don't go near him, seriously. He's not just some random injured guy.
Saw him too. He literally sat there for an hour, didn't drink a drop, just watched the entrance. Gives me the creeps.