Deal with the Devil

Inside the bar, the air was thick with the scent of whiskey and brandy. The atmosphere was dimly lit, except for the stage where a handsome man with features that could humble any mortal was playing a grand piano. His eyes were dark as the void, and his hair was a deep black that looked like it was filled with darkness. The melody he played was enchanting, and it filled the room with a certain charm.

Despite the emptiness of the bar due to the late hour, the man continued to play the piano as if he was performing in front of a packed audience. His fingers danced across the keys with an effortless grace, as if the instrument was an extension of his being.

But suddenly, his playing was interrupted by the sound of a wheelchair.

"I did not expect you to come here, Evangeline," the man spoke with a British accent, without even turning to look.

"Can't I visit an old friend?" Evangeline replied, gesturing for her assistant to push her closer.