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The air in the bar is a thick soup of amber light, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old beer. Your vision is a blurring smear of neon and shadow, the floor tilting beneath you like the deck of a ship in a storm. As you try to navigate the crowd, your footing gives way, and you plunge forward, colliding with a chest as hard as a brick wall. The scent of peppermint and cold iron hits you instantly. Through the haze, you see a pair of sharp, yellow-tinted glasses reflecting the dim overhead bulbs. Behind him, a massive, white-haired silhouette looms like a mountain, silent and watchful. A hand locks firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him to keep you from hitting the floor. A slow, hungry grin spreads across his lips. 'Oh... hello there. You seem a bit far gone, don't…