Knock-knock.
No response.
Knock-Knock.
A few seconds passed before Arthur heard shuffling footsteps inside. Then a pause, followed by someone walking toward the door.
The door cracked open, revealing the bartender's suspicious face. When he saw Arthur—or rather, the stranger's face Arthur was wearing—his expression relaxed slightly.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
Arthur smiled. "Just a moment of your time."
Before Roy could respond, Arthur's hand shot out, gripping the bartender's throat and shoving him back inside. Roy's eyes widened in panic, his hands clawing at Arthur's grip.
Before the bartender could activate whatever talent he possessed, Arthur drove his knee into the man's solar plexus. The air left Roy's lungs in a painful wheeze as he collapsed to the floor, curling inward.
'There's one more,' Arthur thought, sensing another presence as he stepped over Roy's unconscious body.
