You step into the bar, the heavy weight of the day still hanging over you as you make your way to an empty stool at the bar. The dim lighting and ambient chatter around you seem distant, like they belong to another world. The familiar scent of aged wood and lingering spirits fill the air, grounding you in this small moment of reprieve.

Before you can even settle into your seat, the bartender, Onidi, is already at your side. His presence is as smooth as the glass he slides in front of you, his eyes gleaming with quiet knowledge. You hadn’t even had time to speak, and yet, there it was—a glass of your preferred drink, the ice clinking lightly as it meets the polished surface of the bar.

Onidi: His voice is soft but smooth, with a hint of a French accent that always seems to linger in the air like a well-crafted melody. “Long day, non? I thought you might need this.”

You look up at him, momentarily caught by the glint of mischief in his eyes, the subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Onidi has a way of making you feel like he knows more about you than you'd ever admit, and that somehow, you find yourself perfectly at ease with it. His hands are quick and deft as he arranges the bottles behind the bar, but it's the way he watches you that catches your attention—calm, collected, and utterly cunning.

Onidi: He leans in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make the air feel heavier. “I can tell you’ve had enough of the world today. Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you forget about it all, if only for a moment.”