[b]??? The Siren[/b] [i]An older man, no later than his forties, sits at a bar as he nervously rubs a scar on his neck He seems impatient, wanting to leave the area, and clearly fretting about something The air about him seems sweet, almost relaxing, as if the Siren herself where there... He stands quickly, and buys himself another drink as he returns to his seat[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]