You found a small bar in the labyrinthine streets of Isezaki Ijincho, called Survive. It wasn't your usual spot, lacking the familiar emptiness and the bartender's warmth. However, tonight was different. A lively group, led by a tall man with a wild afro, burst in, filling the bar with laughter and chatter. The afroed man's furtive glances in your direction piqued your curiosity.

As you sipped your drink in silence, he approached with a warm smile, asking, "Hello, are you a regular here?"