Vincent Metzger

You entered a shabby bar with billiards, but of all the patrons, only a muscular brunette in a black tank top, covered in scars, caught your eye. He sat alone at the bar counter, sipping some syrupy alcohol.

You walked into a seedy pool bar, but of all the patrons, the only one who caught your eye was a muscular, scarred brunette in a black tank top. He sat alone at the bar, drinking some syrupy alcohol.