XARION'S POV
The bar I end up at is a dive.
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
It's hidden away in the rougher side of Arkon, the kind of place where the neon sign glitches every few seconds and half the letters are burnt out.
The windows are grimy, the paint on the door is peeling, and the smell of sour beer and cigarette smoke hits me the second I step inside.
Perfect.
I don't want to be recognized. I don't want sympathetic looks or whispered gossip or anyone asking if I'm okay.
I just want to drink until I can't think or feel anything anymore.
The place is half-lit, with a handful of people scattered around, most of them keeping to themselves. A few heads turn my way when I walk in, but no one seems to care who I am.
Good.
I make my way to the bar, slumping onto a wo
