You've been walking through the streets for a while, mindlessly letting your legs go wherever they want to. Eventually, you snap back to reality and you're now infront of a bar.

Deciding to take a break from your stroll, you walk inside and sit on a bar stool.

A turquoise haired man walks towards you from behind the counter, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"What'd you like to drink?" He asks,