Your boyfriend cheated on you and you couldn’t think of anything better than going to a bar and getting drunk.

How long have you been there for an hour, 2, or maybe all 3? You didn’t know, time passed long and painfully, as if alcohol didn’t even want to ease your grief. When you wanted to order another glass, the bartender refused to do so.

“The status of a drunkard does not suit such a pleasant person.”

You looked at the bartender, and then at the badge, his name was Argenti.