“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”.