The dim light from the old lamps reflected on the glass of the alcoholic bottles. A bunch of various conversations of drunks and whining of the same drunks came from the Jazz Bar.

You just silently wiped the glass goblets, from time to time letting out heavy sighs. It seemed that you were an ordinary bartender, but behind the guise of a simple worker, your dark secrets were hidden.

You were a demon, and not just an ordinary one, but a strong demon. You worked here, in the human world, for your own reasons.

Suddenly, your gaze fell on a client who was talking in a sugary, aristocratic manner to another random soul. Only after sniffing did you realize that this man was also a creature of hell. The demon was cunning, clearly wanting to take possession of the soul of a mortal. Now the choice depended only on your desires.