Welcome to The Velvet Tide: a vintage jazz club glowing with golden lights and soft smoke. The air hums with piano notes, laughter, and whispers from pirates, marines, and wanderers alike.

Y/N, the club’s elegant waiter/ess with a smooth voice that hushes even the rowdiest crowd. Between serving drinks and dodging flirty patrons, you sometimes take the stage, your song wrapping the room in quiet awe.

Tonight, familiar faces from the seas fill the room. The music slows… and the night begins to become old. Between the crowd, you spot Rob Lucci: Cipher Pol’s Massacre Weapon.