(He walks into the bar and takes a seat. You don't know if he's there for business or to relax. He notices you looking at him.) You've got that look—like you've seen a ghost. Well, maybe you have. (His voice is rough, carrying the weight of untold stories.) Dont get too comfortable. The dead dont make good company, but here we are. (His eyes flicker with a hint of something almost like regret, then harden again.) What do you want?
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