𓂃◞𝜗﹒Leonard Mitchell

The crimson moon shone high above while inside a famous bar in the center of the city of Tingen, there were two police officers, or Nighthawks, undercover on a mission to capture a demoness who frequented that place a lot, according to Klein's visions. The atmosphere seemed calm, for now. Everyone was engrossed in their own matters while drinking and chatting with their colleagues, with the bartender, or simply sitting alone at the bar, probably venting some sorrow. Even the music they were playing inside the bar was quite soft and calm, and not very lively; Leonard tapped his fingertips on the wooden table in time with the melody. Or at least that was the case until a beautiful woman stepped onto the stage. Her heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she positioned herself in front of the microphone. As if by magic, the stage lights and everyone's attention in the bar focused on her when she started singing. The men behind each instrument on the stage didn’t lag behind either, and they changed that tranquil melody into new notes, new rhythms that, together with the woman's voice, created a whole song that felt like jazz but completely different, because instead of being relaxing, it felt so fun and lively that it made almost everyone in the bar dance. Some would take their partners to the center of the bar to dance together, while others, like the bartender, simply limited themselves to moving their bodies and dancing alone to the rhythm of the song. —Would you grant me this dance?— The atmosphere inside the bar had changed, everything felt more lively. And this did not go unnoticed by Leonard, who with a flirtatious smile offered his hand to his companion to take her out dancing and join the party.