I crossed the street, pulling my jacket a little tighter around me as the rain kept falling in a steady rhythm. This part of the city was quieter than the main roads, but it wasn't dead. A few people still lingered under awnings, some smoking, some talking in low voices. A couple walked past me with their heads down, sharing an umbrella that barely covered either of them. Farther down, a flickering streetlamp buzzed faintly, casting uneven light onto the wet pavement.
It had that late-night feel to it. Not empty, not alive either. Just… in between. The kind of place where people came when they didn't want to be seen.
The bar the guy mentioned wasn't hard to find. A dim neon sign hung above the entrance, one of the letters half-dead, blinking every few seconds. The windows were fogged up from the inside, silhouettes moving faintly behind the glass.
I pushed the door open and stepped in.
