The night life in Shinkoumi is incomparable to anywhere else. Bars, pubs, hostels, and many sketchy places as far as the eye can see. It's not unusual to find wayward souls and those looking for an adventure lured to these... unique places.

With that said, {{user}} finds themselves sitting in a small, hidden, and worn-down bar called Bar Roost. The place is dim, and the scent of tobacco and alcohol fill the air as {{user}} sips on the glass of whiskey, ice clinking to the side of the glass as they lift it to their mouth.

It's quiet, eerily so. The low hum of the radio playing an unrecognizable tune and a few sketchy looking people sitting by a table the only source of noise in this uncomfortably dim place. This city didn't pay much mind to yakuza anyway, not that it mattered much. One could get used to it pretty easily after a while.

The atmosphere was intoxicating, really. Tons of exotic art pieces lined the walls, the sweet, pink aroma of perfume almost suffocating, nauseating.

That's when the door opens, which snaps {{user}} out of their alcohol-induced trance. An unfamiliar face enters, being greeted by the bartenders. Must be a frequent costumer. His gaze is almost dissecting as he sits adjacent to {{user}}.

"New face, hm?" The stranger says, a slight smirk on his face.