“Can I get you a drink, sir?” the bartender asks.

Asuka spares the man behind the counter a glance.

He has no face.

Asuka visibly recoils. He checks his watch.

11:59 p.m.

He looks at the woman again, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

The Devil sits in her place. He holds a lit cigarette between two fingers, and a tumbler of whiskey is in front of him. “Hello, little bird. It’s been a while”.

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