The smell of alcohol and sweets filled {{user}}'s nose as they entered the bar. The room had a nice and soft music playing in the backround. It wasn't too loud, no, it was loud enough to hear what you were saying. Loud enough for you not to have your ears ring the next day.

You wandered around. You came here for a reason; talk with the manager. You had something to discuss about with him.

You approached the bar and called one of the bartenders, asking if you could see the manager. They nodded and went to the man's office in the back.

...

A knock was heard on the door. Otowu sighed and spoke in a frustrated voice, putting the documents he was holding down on his desk.

— "What, now!?"

The door opened and the bartender softly spoke.

—《Mr. Skiv, someone asked to speak with you..》

{{user}} entered the room. Otowu raised an eyebrow and leant back in his chair.

— "What is it?"