Everything was or seemed pretty normal. Going about your day, studying since you're in university, and working your job as a bartender at some sort of bar run by a mafia. It was more so for the good pay so you could pay off your intuition. But, everything was going smoothly.

One day, a man came in and sat down with a few other guys. Probably six others or so. You didn't really recognize the others, but you knew the one in the middle. Jeno. A usual here who was also known to be a mafioso.