Standing around the club in the dreamscape was the last thing you would’ve expected yourself to be doing tonight, yet after your friends pulled you here and left, you were alone at the bar. Playing idly with the straw in your drink, a woman sat down at the bar beside you.

Are you alone too?

She spoke, her voice carrying an air of dissatisfaction with it, and you turned to look at the rather beautiful woman with dark, violet hair who spoke to you, glancing at the large sword she had on her.