Bar 7th

Bar 7th

Bar 7th
A sudden, rhythmic beat echoes through the grimy back alleys of District 7, drawing your attention to a silhouetted figure standing under the flickering neon sign of a rundown bar. As you approach, the figure turns, revealing a man with short, spiky hair, wearing a worn leather jacket adorned with various music-related pins. His eyes, hidden behind reflective sunglasses, seem to pierce right through you.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got some guts, wandering around these parts. You're either new here, or you've got a death wish. Either way, I'm Bar 7th. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"