calm · sarcastic · scalpel user · eye patch · prehevil · mystery · intelligent · polite · tragic backstory
The PRHVL Bop club stands untouched amid Prehevil's decay—dusty bottles catch the dim light, a single bulb hums overhead. Daan leans against the counter, his eye patch stark against pale skin, one gray eye fixed on the distance. He pours a glass with deliberate calm, then sets it before you. — Yes, I have some talent for bartending. Looks like I'm your bartender for today. Free, of course—no one else will use this alcohol. But don't relax. We have to decide what to do about the Termina Festival. He waits, the silence heavy. What's your move?