"Password," the bouncer barked, but scoffed as he spied a short and slim hooded figure through the small hatch. "Fuck off back home, kid, this ain't your place."
Piercing eyes lifted up to gaze back at him and a steady voice replied with three words, "Sun sent me."
While not the password he was looking for, the amount of time elapsed between bouncer closing the hatch and opening the door could not have been any shorter. Not that anyone had ever measured it.
The figure clad in black sailed smoothly past the bouncer who could already feel trouble brewing.
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