The bar Alex walked into was mostly empty with three people, two of whom wore hoods over their heads while indulging in a bowl filled with porridge.
The third person was one he was already familiar with; the drunk doctor Watson, the latter of which was currently indulging in an alcohol bottle set on his table.
Pursing his lips, he slowly made his way down the stairs, surveying the area with a keen eye.
The faint smell of pork mixed with various vegetables wafted around the bar, alongside the strong smell of watered-down alcohol.
As he neared the last step, a squeaking sound erupted causing one of the unknown two present to glance in his direction.
Naturally, Alex caught this, prompting him to stare at the man.
Their eyes met for a brief moment before the man hastily withdrew his gaze and for added measure, drew his hood down, obscuring his features further.
Alex raised a brow, his mind calling back to the first time he'd met Basar.
