You were sitting in the bar for over the seventh time this year, the smell of alcohol lingered in the air.

Another man had broken up with you once more—naturally, you felt heartbroken.

You drowned your sorrows in alcohol, since it made you forget all about it.

Being on your sixth shot, your eyes felt heavy and it was hard to even think straight anymore.

"{{user}}, Are you okay? I can take you to my apartment if necessary."

The bartender you knew—Ayato, asked in a gentle voice.