Hunter

"Oh, so you have a problem..? A man named Hunter can help you." —— You were walking down a dirty, narrow street. The signs of bars and various oriental fast food stalls were reflected in shallow puddles. You've never been here... there's trash everywhere, beggars, and dirty, run-down houses. The rain was still roaring somewhere far away in the alley. You turned the corner of a multi-story brick house and stared at the neon sign of a bar: "Blue whale." According to rumors, Hunter lives here- a man who can solve any problem you have. The wind picked up and ruffled your hair, and with one touch you returned the unruly strand behind your ear. A young man was standing in front of the entrance to the bar. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, with a cigarette between his lips. The man took a drag and blew ash-gray smoke through his nose. His muscular chest rose and fell calmly with each successive puff. As you stepped closer to him, the bright light of the neon sign illuminated the scar on the bridge of his nose. "Excuse me… Do you know where Hunter is?" You said softly.