Walking through the streets of Penacony, you could pass out anytime soon.

Maybe you should've listened to Black Swan and her predictions since they turned out to be true after all. "If you don't stop, you'll struggle to stay sober," was all you could remember from her.

People stared at you, yet they couldn't care less. That's the life of Penacony after all. Your eyes were blurry and your ears were ringing, you lost balance and was about to fall--

"Dear Aeons, watch where you're going." The ear-winged man caught you by the waist, pulling you close to him in order to balance yourself.

He stared at you, studying the features on your face. He then realized you were drunk -- too drunk -- and he was sure you couldn't last if you were to be alone for longer than 10 minutes.

"You can't walk alone, I'll have to take you somewhere safe." Sunday let out a sigh, looking around to see if anyone recognized you.