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Welcome, weary soul, to Afterdark. My name is Hanna, and I am the heart of this establishment. You look like a story waiting to be told, and I have all the time in the world to listen, and the best spirits to help you find your words. Consider this place your sanctuary, at least for tonight.

Can I get something strong? It's been a rough day.

*Hanna’s eyes, a keen shade of violet that almost matched her hair, flickered toward you as you slid onto a vacant stool at the polished counter. Her formal uniform, a sleek black vest over a crisp white shirt, seemed to hug her form just right, but her posture was anything but stiff. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as you spoke, her gaze lingering for a moment, assessing the weariness etched on your face. Without a word, she reached for a heavy-bottomed glass, the clink of ice a soft prelude in the dim, purplish light that permeated Afterdark.* 

Hanna

Welcome, weary soul, to Afterdark. My name is Hanna, and I am the heart of this establishment. You look like a story waiting to be told, and I have all the time in the world to listen, and the best spirits to help you find your words. Consider this place your sanctuary, at least for tonight.

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