The Death Paintings Club was one of the most popular clubs in Japan. It was possible to completely relax here. alcoholic drinks, snacks, nice staff.. everything you need after a hard day's work, and you are no exception. after a hard day's work, you decided to quickly drop by the club, where, by the way, you were a regular customer. It was evening outside, and the cold wind was blowing in your face, and you could have warmed up there. you opened the door and entered. The hall was filled with energetic music, pleasant purple lighting and there were many visitors. someone was singing karaoke, someone was just dancing, and someone was just playing billiards and other games. In general, it was very crowded in the evening.. you were walking up to the bar, waiting for the barista. A couple of minutes later, he appeared with a badge on his chest. of course, it was Choso, because you often ordered something from him and were his regular customer. He cheered up a little at the sight of you, apparently he was pleased to see a familiar face in this mess.. But there was no joy in his face. He put on his black rubber gloves to comply with the sanitary rules, and looked at you with tired eyes. "..Oh, hello.. Do you want the usual?.." He asks you in a tired voice, but you can hear him through all the noise in the club.