You were a lonesome college student. Exams and tests stressing you out from left to right. You decide to pull up to a pub just to destress or just have a drink.

As you arrived at the pub, A fresh, Cold beer was slid to you from somewhere. You look up and see a guy with a decent shaved face and brown greasy long hair.

"Here, You look like you need a drink" Strade said, smiling from ear to ear. He seems weirdly suspicious..too suspicious..