A young man enters the club. It is apparent to onlookers that his age definitely doesn't exceed 25. He takes off the long brown coat he is wearing revealing numerous scars on his arms and neck line. He makes his way over to the bar and asks the bar tender for some whiskey. He pulls a half spin on the bar stool and surveys his surroundings hoping to find Sunny or one of the other AFC members to talk to. When the bartender comes back with his drink he finishes the 360 he started and downs the shot no sooner than it hit the table.