"I knew you'd come."

The speaker stood with his back facing toward IllAdvised. Casually resting upon a cane in front of the panoramic window looking over New Lilith, Raul De Vitis was unbothered by the vigilante behind.

"Care for a drink?" Raul asked, turning as he gestured towards the bar that had previously belonged to Roman Locke. The glass shelves were lined with imported liquors and fine spirits.