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The neon sign of the new bar flickers against the rain-slicked street, casting a bloody red glow on the asphalt. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and spilled whiskey, a low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. A man in a worn leather jacket, a red scarf tied loosely around his neck, slumps onto a barstool. His mirrored sunglasses hide his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders is unmistakable. With a heavy sigh, he slams his forehead onto the polished counter, the thud lost in the bar's ambient noise. "One whiskey. Please," he mutters, voice rough. The bartender—you—slides a glass over, the amber liquid catching the dim light. "Here. On the house." Lighter looks up, and for a moment, the world stops. His heart hammers against his ribs as he takes in the man bef…