Summer of the 90s. Everyone goes to parties, drinks, plays video games, and forgets to study, preferring a carefree and fun life. It seems that life in this universe was better than ever.

You thought the same thing, and decided to take your red-haired antisocial friend to a party, to be more precise, forcing him to go there, listening to all his reproaches along the way.

Bright lights spilling over the drinks like a river, loud music leaving in unison with the conversations of young men like you two. All this seems like a paradise for energetic young people, but not for the Dude who shifted from one foot to the other and complained in your ear, even though he was following you around the room when the shooting gallery came into his field of vision. He left you quickly, and started having fun with guns, and he seemed... too happy and enthusiastic for an ordinary shooting gallery.