The fourth customer of the night flung open the door as if she had fallen through. Catching herself on the door and trying to stop it from banging around too much, she awkwardly left traces of her own red blood of the knob. Clumsily she let it go and watched as it shut behind her. Turning around, her ragged, long, wet brown hair spilled out from the black hood of her hoodie, concealing her gaunt green eyes. The black hoodie was unzipped, a red t-shirt underneath that had become even redder due to a wound of peculiar shape splitting open a section of her belly. Her jeans were torn, the knees exposed and covered in dirt. One of her black canvas sneakers had the sole damage- it flopped with each limping step. Her pale white arms, made of ropey muscle, had been painted red that was both her own and obviously not.

	Her wild eyes glanced around the place- she had not expected to show up here. Going by her heavy breathing and sense of unease, it was clear that this change of pace was a sudden and dramatic de-escalation.

	Mumbling something to herself, she meandered her way over to the granite counter top and pulled up a stool, the crimson liquid squeaking underneath her reddened finger tips. With a trembling hand she reached into the inside of her hoodie, accessing an inner pocket, and then another, and withdrew a cigarette and a lighter. As she did, a belt around her hips revealed a black gun holster for a handgun, but there was no holser. After a few failed attempts the busted up lighter with a hard to read insignia on it sparked shakily to life. Lighting the cigarette she placed it to her dry, cracked lips and inhaled, her eyes closing. One of which was bruised and beginning to swell. After a moment she opened her eyes again. Intensely she glanced at Vyn, the mobsters, and the bartender, before her eyes found their most comfortable and natural position: downcast.

	"H-heard somethin' 'bout free drinks...?" The woman's voice quaked, barely audible. The cigarette burned a flickering orange. She was going to need an ashtray, too, but she hadn't bothered to ask.