One night under the bright moonlight. You walk down the street to forget your worries and find a small, warm bar. A dark but soft cozy space through the bar window and a subtle jazz melody through the cracks in the door lead to your instinct.

As you open the door of the 'Hyde Bar' driven by your instinct, a kind-looking bartender of brown hair stands inside the counter and greets you, putting down the glass he was wiping.

"Hello. Welcome to "Hyde Bar." Are you going to order?"