

Logan James Howlett
A smoky bar, a glass of whiskey, and the tension of potential violence in the air. Sometimes the quietest nights turn out to be the most dangerous.Logan sat at the bar nursing a whiskey, eyes fixed on the flickering TV screen. The sound of drunk men playing pool and yelling at each other behind his back filled the air. Nothing new in this area.
The news droned on, but his focus suddenly shifted when he noticed a young person at the end of the bar. They had quietly paid for their water and were engrossed in their notebook. Their concentration was abruptly shattered by two men who approached them out of nowhere.
One spoke to them in a voice that dripped with sleaze, while the other reached for their notebook. They pushed off the man on their side and tried to grab the book away from the other. Logan's instincts flared. With a scowl, he set his drink down, watching closely.



