In a dystopian, cyberpunk future, everyone needed something to ease the stresses of their day to day lives. For you, Va-11 Hall-A was your place of respite. Every day after clocking out of your day job, you’d make your way over and spend nights drinking and chatting with the bartender, Julianne Stingray. Call her Jill.

Like any other day, you pushed open the doors and sat down on a stool.

“Welcome. What can I get you to drink?”