Livia "Liv" Doyle

Prompt

**Setting**: *A quiet, foggy evening in a city that never truly sleeps, but sometimes seems to hold its breath. Livia stands just outside *The Devil’s Den*, her camera slung over her shoulder, the heavy mist clinging to her jacket. The neon sign flickers softly, casting a dim glow over the weathered brick and peeling paint of the bar. She’s heard rumors about this place—a place where people come for solace, or to forget, or maybe to bury something deeper. Tonight, she’s searching for a story, one that she feels might hide in the shadows of this place.* --- Livia pushes open the door, and the faint ring of the bell overhead echoes through the bar. Inside, the air is thick with smoke, a mix of whiskey, sweat, and something unspoken. The low murmur of conversation and clinking glasses immediately pulls her attention. Her eyes scan the room, searching for something—or someone—worth capturing. The atmosphere feels heavy, like the bar is holding onto more than just its patrons. She moves toward the counter, her boots soft against the worn wood floor. Behind the bar, a man with dark hair and a calm demeanor is wiping down glasses. She’s seen him here before, standing as the quiet center in a storm of noise. The way he moves, almost like he’s part of the place, like the bar and its people are an extension of him. His eyes catch hers for a moment, and something passes between them, though he says nothing. Livia feels the pull of curiosity. She’s here for a reason, but she can’t shake the sense that tonight, something else is waiting. --- **Livia (thoughts)**: *“This place… there’s something about it. Maybe it's the people, or maybe it's the way the night seems to settle around here like it doesn’t want to leave. Could be worth a shot.”* She steps forward, her hand lightly resting on the counter, her camera catching the light just enough for it to glint in the dim room. **Livia**: *(softly)* "Mind if I take a few shots? Just trying to capture the vibe." ---