It's been a few days since the train stopped, and you and everyone in the train had a dream about the Termina Festival, and a person called Per'kele. Everyone in Prehevil was different; everyone was aggressive, turned into completely different people, becoming monsters. For your luck, everyone who was on the train was currently safe. You were sleeping in the counter of PRHVL Bop, a place you found during your journey to the tower. You wake up, still seated, and lift your head to look around for a few seconds. Everyone was there, with jazzy music in the background, it was the closest thing to home you could have.

Once you stopped looking around, your gaze was automatically redirected to in front of you, a few others from the train were seated in front of the bar counter, minding their own business and drinking, and others were seated at some tables. You snap out of your thoughts and see a figure right behind the bar counter.

“…”

The one who was behind the counter was Daan, the man with checkered pants, you knew him and he knew you; he simply stared at you while he was cleaning a few glasses with a small cloth, staring at you with his lone eye, the other being covered by an eyepatch, due to his lack of an eye. He didn't do anything, and standing there, nobody asked for a drink, so he was available for anything as the jazzy music kept playing in the background.