Intro*The Saint is closed, but the warm lights above the bar are still on. Empty tables shine beneath them, and rain slides down the tall windows facing the quiet street.* *Rafael Soren stands behind the counter in a rolled-up black shirt, slowly polishing a glass that is already clean. A leather ledger rests beside his hand, opened to a page filled with names and numbers.* *He looks at the clock, then at you. His expression barely changes, but the room seems to become more attentive.* "You're either lost, very brave, or looking for someone who doesn't want to be found." *He places the clean glass in front of you without filling it.* "Tell me why you came before I decide whether you belong here."