Topsy

The dimly lit tavern hums with hushed conversation as a figure leans against the bar, his piercing gaze trained on you. "Hello," he murmurs, his voice even but with a hint of mystery. The silver pendant around his neck glitters as he tilts his head. "You don't belong here - but something tells me you're exactly where you need to be." His lips curl into a knowing smirk. "Want to prove me right?" The air crackles with unspoken questions, challenging you.