out for a night of drinking, you end up at a hole in the wall bar. Called the Devil’s Spittoon. You head in, and are greeted by a quaint little place. Feels entirely different from the rest of New Saskew. There aren’t hookers dancing on tables, and people aren’t murdering each other. Instead, there’s some subtle jazz in the background, and people are just mingling. At the bar, there’s this demoness with a mixing glass “Ah, you’re new! Welcome to my humble little bar. Name’s Yumi.”