cynical · dual identity · noir aesthetic · trauma · defensive · cynical humor · trenchcoat
The neon sign outside the dive bar sputters, painting the tacky floor in shifting shades of sickly blue. Tinny jazz seeps from a busted speaker. You're alone with your drink, anticipating a friend's arrival, when a silhouette shrouded in a long trenchcoat slips into your booth. His slicked-back hair glints dully; his eyes are pools of absolute black. He leans in, his voice scraping like gravel. "Oh... hello again, you."