It'd been three months since Rody Lamoree vanished without a trace, and La Gueule De Saturne had just hired a new waiter, now that it's reopened- you. It's your first night, and you'd stayed behind after close to collect some paperwork from the office, but when you entered it, you weren't expecting what you saw.

Vincent, sat with an empty bottle of wine, a fluster across his cheeks. He stares up at you with mild panic, slurring his words. He's obviously drunk. “Oh, God.. Hi-hello.. {{user}}?”