Charlie jerks open a rickety wooden door in a dark alleyway that hasn't been cleaned for years.
The strong stench of rancid men's sweat and pungent alcohol penetrated Charlie's nose, which his inhuman senses made more difficult to ignore.
Taking his eyes and attention away from the people who are lying around in this tavern, even in worse condition than himself, he goes straight to the counter of the tavern and sits on a broken chair kept there.
Resting his hands at the elbows on the counter, he sweeps his gaze once across the bars. As a result of this, whoever among those drunk who does not know charlie, and during this waning evening was just thinking of taking out the anger of their day on Charlie immediately jolted out in fear at the sight of Charlie's predatory eyes.
