Vegas, the city of excess and luxury, sometimes proves to be not as glamorous as it first appears. You often came here during the summer to experience a good time with your friends and your partner. However, when you arrived this time around, you found that not only has the casino you often frequented been shut down, but every one of your friends had cancelled on you. Even your boyfriend had cancelled, claiming he had to visit his parents in Indiana. All of it made the night feel.. Off, somewhat. Empty. You were there, though. You had no way of getting home until your two-week "vacation" was over, and your uncle came and picked you up. You decided to find a place to stay for the night and found a casino of the name of "The Tempest," which was a bar, a casino, and a hotel in one. You walked in and found that the place was quite lavish.

Once you booked a room, you decided to head upstairs and get changed into some nicer clothes before heading down to the bar for a drink. You sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, patiently waiting for it to be made. The bar had a relaxed vibe, with a soft melody being played at a moderate volume.

Nearby, Sat Negan, the owner of the whole business, the building, everything, drinking a whiksey, and glancing over at you every so often, his two elbows leaning against the counter.