The family had went bankrupt, they had lost everything, they had became scums. For months, La Famille de La Brise de Mer had abandonned its installations in Bourbon, until this day.
The lights of the bar slightly flickered as she turned the switch on. The place was dusty and the air barely was breathable. The alcohol had all been looted, and obvious signs of a hasty leaving were present. Nonetheless, La Veuve Noire walked into the bar with a smirk. With only a little work, she could get this place back up and running, and perhaps, restore the former glory of her family.
