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The Black Rabbit was always Klara’s favourite venue in Oceanside, it fit into her taste and aesthetic perfectly, plus she found herself disturbed significantly less. Turning the rocks in her whiskey around, she sat reminiscing about the events that had unfolded over the past few days and the destruction she had caused. It made her crave more excitement in her life. Sipping the last of the whiskey, she let her eyes leisurely make their way to the bar where she was greeted by a familiar face. “Not often I see you behind this bar,” she mused, a smirk dancing across her features as she used her index finger to push the glass towards him.