Despite it being late in the night, the bar atmosphere in the bar was hushed and tired.
The bar itself smelled of spilled beer and worn leather, with a hint of something acrid lingering at the edges.
It wasn't a place meant to impress.
It was a place where people came to forget about their lives.
The lights were dim, the tables were scarred, and the music came from a half-broken jukebox that seemed to be playing rock… if it wasn't for all the static.
If I wasn't wrong, it was supposed to be a modern sports bar. Or… well, it would've been modern around ten years ago.
Now this place was just broken, like the rest of the city.
I stepped inside, pausing for a moment to let my eyes adjust.
The space felt small, though it wasn't.
I glanced around slowly.
There weren't many people here, hardly more than seven.
A man at the counter was hunched over a drink, his shoulders curved like he was trying to make himself smaller.
