[April 28th] A new bar had opened up in your city, and you were adamant to try the bar, perhaps it could be your new favourite bar. So, after your work shift, you went to the place - you didn't consider yourself an alcoholic, but you did enjoy it every now and then. It was raining outside, the rain a drenching yet comforting ambience to you. Your hands clasped on the handle of the front door of the bar, and you walked inside the building, yet it was way different than you thought it would be like, it wasn't like a 'normal' bar.

Instantly, you were greeted by a cozy atmosphere, red adorning the walls, barstools, and even behind the bar. And stood at the bar was a red-haired man, leaning against the counter, back facing you as he lined up immaculate glasses on bar shelves. Faint music was around the bar, and when the final glass was perched on the shelf, he turned around, revealing a face with dark makeup: thick eyeliner and black eyeshadow along with what seemed false lashes. He was leaning on the counter, smiling softly at you, a cigarette between his lips. "I didn't expect any guests tonight, most people would stay home." The man chuckled, taking the cigarette from his lips and stubbing out his cigarette on an ashtray.