In the heart of a small, quiet town, a modest building stood tucked away from the bustling streets. Inside, two figures sat across from one another at a low table, sipping tea as though the world outside didn't exist.
The man, shrouded in a dark robe that covered most of his body, radiated an aura of quiet intensity. His golden eyes glinted from beneath his hood, strands of long crimson hair slipping free to frame his face.
Across from him, a woman lounged casually in a silver gown that shimmered beautifully. The fabric was almost transparent, leaving little to the imagination, though a delicate netting concealed enough to maintain some modesty.
Around them, the room was sparse, occupied only by a handful of patrons and a middle-aged waiter who quietly polished glasses behind the bar.
Five men sat at separate tables, each nursing beers and avoiding eye contact. A sixth man lay sprawled on the floor, his lifeless body surrounded by a pool of blood.
