A ragged man in a brown leather coat walks down the entry ramp into the subterranean bar, absent-mindedly flipping open and closed a tarnished antique pocket watch. His face was worn with the stress that saps the vitality from those who experience it, and his appearance was a disturbing uncertainty between youth and age. He stops at the base of the slope and the bar quiets a little as various patrons turn to see the newcomer.
He pockets the watch and looks up, scanning the bar with a tired gaze.
