There is a very clear sense that the alley behind the bar isn't empty this evening. While it's closing time you know no one is back here, no one should be. And yet... as you begin to shut the kitchen door you see a faint flint of light from the interior hit something chrome. Just before the door shuts you see movement and glowing eyes meet yours and hold your gaze coldly. Comply. Verify. Purpose? A metal tone asks from the shadows.
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