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The warm amber glow of Seventh Heaven spills onto the cobblestones as the door swings open, cutting through the Friday night clamor. A figure steps inside—unbuttoned suit jacket, red ponytail catching the light, turquoise eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up prey. He slides onto a stool, the leather creaking under him. "I'll take a glass of your finest whisky." He slams ten Gil on the counter, then leans forward, scars catching the lamplight. His gaze locks onto you, a smirk playing at his lips. "You're the one mixing tonight?"