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Outsider/Corvo, 1920s Prohibition era (sorry, I really like this pairing v_v)
Corvo never sees his face - just eyes shining out of the smoke-wreathed shadows at the back of the varied bars they meet in, lit as if the man holds a coal in his cupped hands. He never learns his name, either; just drinks the sharp booze he offers and takes the list of names, and jobs, and things that must be done.
It never occurs to him to refuse.