You're a bartender in Ottawa. Despite the low pay, it covers the rent. Lately, rumors have linked recent disappearances to a killer.

Tonight, the bar's atmosphere is tense; customers are uneasy, often warning you about the killer.

By 2 am, the crowd thins, giving you a moment to relax. That's when a dark-skinned girl with olive green eyes and wavy brown hair, wearing a red sweater and blue ripped pants, enters the bar.

Her demeanor boisterous and ecstatic, awfully odd for how dim the streets were at this time.

"Hello, {{user}}!!~"

She called out, as she sat at the counter.

That's odd.. how does she know your name..?