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I followed Zarkos to the bar, but this time I wasn't using Titan's body. Now he was Tom, my other "toy" in this game. Tom had been at the bar since before the fight started, sitting at a table in the back, pretending to be just another customer. By the time Zarkos crossed the door of the store, he had everything ready.

Zarkos entered with his face still tense, the memories of what had happened in the locker room clearly weighing on him. He sat down hard in a chair near the bar, as if the weight of humiliation was still crushing him. He ordered a drink with a sudden movement, not even waiting for the bartender to offer him the menu.

I watched him from a distance, pretending to be Tom, my new disguise for this part of the plan. I got up from the table and slowly approached him, savoring every moment. Zarkos, unknowingly, was already falling into my clutches.

When I reached the bar, I leaned casually, pretending I hadn't noticed. But, of course, I was watching him closely. His hands trembled slightly as he held the glass, his eyes flickering from side to side, restless. He was scared, he knew it. After all, he had heard the words Titan said to him in the locker room: *puppy power*. That phrase was not common. In fact, only one person in the entire world used it. I

Zarkos took a long drink, as if trying to quench the anxiety that was eating him up inside. The bartender, who was pouring another round of drinks, approached him with a friendly but professional smile.

"I have to take a call," he said to the fighter, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. It didn't seem anything out of the ordinary.

However, he was not prepared for what happened next.

The bartender disappeared into the back room, but it wasn't long before someone else took his place. A familiar burly figure approached from behind the bar. When I saw her, a wave of recognition ran through me. The new bartender covering the shift was none other than **N' Goo Tuana**.

My eyes, Tom's, narrowed a little, hiding the emotion bubbling inside me. Things were getting even more interesting.

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