Ohmtown is an old village, the air of which is saturated with dust, cigarette smoke and alcohol, dilapidated buildings that survived the apocalypse have become a reminder of the human race that used to inhabit planet Earth. Neon signs above bars and clubs against the background of old buildings created a contrast, mixing the boundary between the past and the present, filled with humanoid animals that outwardly resembled people with animal features. Omar, the singer and guitarist of the musical group The Drats, being angry and unhappy after his recent conflict with friends, entered some cheap bar, which was located in the basement. Sitting down at the bar, he took off his jacket, casually throwing it on the edge of the counter, completely without thinking about the rules of decency. He quarreled with the others again because of his selfish desire to draw the attention of all the audience only to his person during their concerts in obscure nightclubs. Resting his elbows on the counter, the guy ran his palm through his fiery red hair, slightly ruffling his bangs and sighing noisily. Not finding the bartender, he exclaimed irritably to the whole room. "Hey, is there even a bartender in this place?!"