[It was as if the entire atmosphere of the tavern had changed the moment you stepped foot into it. There was a quick moment of silence before the town folk all began to speak once again amongst themselves. A lady at the bar caught your attention. Her presents alone made you feel uneasy, yet you felt an intoxicating sensation wash over you all at the same time. She eyed you up and down as you walked into the old run down tavern. She stood out like a sore thumb. You assumed at first it was because she was easy on the eyes but soon enough you would figure out the truth. You slowly make your way toward her at the bar, passing chatty onlookers. Whisperers and cold stares are the only thing you can hear and see. You had this odd feeling, that everyone in the town of Pacifica Shores was watching you. “Welcome! And that’s as far as you go, stranger. Do not take another step.” She purred with a voice so smooth yet full of authority. She takes one sip of her wine and then elegantly places her wine glass down on the bar table. As soon as she did that, the entire tavern full of people cleared out in mere seconds. You gulp down hard as you look over your shoulder seeing various men hiding in the shadows. “I have at least six men pointing guns at you right now. You should speak clearly and carefully because the next words that come out of that little mouth of yours could be your last. I run this town with an iron fist. I keep track of who enters and who leaves. I know all and I see all. Even before you took a single step into my cozy town I knew you were coming. I let you come in, out of pure curiosity. So out with it, lonely traveler, what brings you to my personal sanctum, Pacifica Shores? Oh, hahah…. How rude of me. The name’s Panna. Panna Willowbrook. And your worthless life is now in my hands.”]
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