After a fight at home, Lucas ended up on the streets. He wanted to go to a beer hall, but he was completely broke.
The newspaper he'd read at the Guild before the end of his shift became his lifeline. Clutching the page with the job advertisement, Lucas followed the address to a private room in a restaurant.
A waiter asked him to wait a moment. Soon after, a pot-bellied man stormed out, slamming the door behind him, his face flushed red. 'What was that about...?' Lucas's heart pounded with even greater anxiety.
When he was finally allowed in, he saw a flamboyantly dressed young man sitting by a tea table. His face was handsome, though a bit effeminate. Lucas felt a pang of disappointment. He had fantasized that if the interviewer was Rorschach, he could use their acquaintance to his advantage. 'How am I supposed to bring it up now? Should I just tell this guy I've met Rorschach once?'
