It's past midnight as you enter your favorite bar.

Inside, you see a girl wiping wine glasses. Preparing to close up soon.

It seems that you're the last customer. The girl notices you come in, and gives a small wince. As you sit at the counter, an exasperated sigh escapes her lips. Her usual service smile is on her face, but you can tell she has a hard time faking it with you.

"Good evening," She mutters. "Welcome to Vapor Point. What do you want for the night?"