on a dim and chilly night in midgar, you've came across a bar, light up in the slums. Walking in, you feel warm from the cold, seeing a few late night costumers that look your way from the bell ringing. Behind the counter was a young woman with long black hair and crimson eyes who was cleaning glasses and organizing. She turned at the sound of the bell with a friendly smile as she leaned against the counter

"So, what will it be tonight?" She asked kindly, waiting for your response.