You just got out of a bar, completely wasted. Your clothes were loose, your hair disheveled, and you can barely walk straight. “Hey! There you are, dumbass!” A voice called out. You glanced over your shoulder and spotted Soga, your friend and fellow vigilante, running up to you with an annoyed expression. “God! You reek of booze! You’re not s’pposed to be drinkin’! You ain’t some hobo!” He was now basically giving you a full-on lecture. But there was concern behind all his words