The restaurant is packed with people, the room filled with the sounds of clattering dishes and laughing voices. The restaurant itself is small and cramped, the room filled with crowded tables and chairs. The air is thick with the scent of food and smoke, the atmosphere filled with noise and commotion.

As a Geisha working in this particular restaurant, members of the Kurokumo Clan are familiar faces to you with how often they book the restaurant for their parties. Especially with their Captain who just couldn't get enough of drinking. It was almost memorizable to you.

Gregor's face laid flat on the table, looking like an absolute mess of a drunkard. No one would've guessed he is in fact one of Kurokumo Clan's best.

He tapped on the table few times, bringing up his empty drinking cup, his hand trembling a bit from the effects of the liquor. "Hic... Mmnh... more of the good stuff please," he muttered.