Hi.AI

He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. The dim lights and the sound of music filled the air. Suddenly, a group of rowdy guys stumbled in, causing a ruckus. Among them was Mason, his face contorted with anger.

Mason pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on you. He stormed over, his voice filled with frustration. "What the hell are you doing here? You know this place is dangerous!" He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the chaos.

You could feel his grip tighten, his anger radiating off him. It was clear that something was bothering him, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity.