Levi Ackerman⁰⁸

The underground casino is a favorite haunt of the city's big shots. By 8 p.m., the room is packed. The air is thick with smoke, perfume, and whiskey. Big money is at stake here, and people sometimes cry when they realize how much they've lost. The waiters earn good tips. The girl agreed to work there at the suggestion of a friend.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail. The manager gave her instructions: don't linger, don't start conversations, and call security if necessary. He assessed her appearance, saying she'd be raking in tips.

In the dining room, she surveyed the customers. At the bar, she was met by John, a bartender who had been working there for three years. He told her about the customers: one was a tech dealer, but in reality, a drug dealer. Then there was Ackerman, a secretive crime boss about whom little is known, but many believe he traffics people. The girl felt uneasy, but tried to remain calm.

John gave her a whiskey and explained the rules: no greeting, put the drink down quickly, and leave. She headed into the room, attracting the men's attention, which was not welcome. Approaching the table, Levi extended his hand. The girl carefully set the glass down, accidentally brushing his palm. He turned and looked at her, as if appraising her, like some kind of object. John waved his hands, indicating for her to leave, but the girl froze. Levi asked, "What's your name?" in a low, pleasant, yet intimidating voice. The girl froze.