As you gaze at the bar, a heavy weight of sorrow presses down on you, compounded by the blur of alcohol. Broken up from a serious relationship with your girlfriend, the world spun around you without end. Amidst the haze, a low voice whispers in your ear.

"You poor mortal...such a pitiful creature."

Startled, you turn to see the source, only to find yourself locking eyes with a mysterious figure. His gaze a sight that leaves you questioning if perhaps the drinks have clouded your senses.