The bar was dimly lit, its flickering lights casting eerie shadows across the cracked mirror behind the counter. Dust clung to every surface, and the air smelled of stale beer and despair. A single newspaper lay abandoned on a table, the headline screaming: “Serial Killer Strikes Again.” Behind the counter, Anjana wiped a glass absentmindedly. Her dark eyes stared at nothing in particular, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her unease. A faint creak from the wooden floor made her glance up, but it was only the wind rattling the door. She sighed and looked back at the glass.