You were Powder best friend as a child, when Vi was still alive, and even though life itself wasn't fair to the two of you, you were both happy. Vi was like an older sister who took care of you, and you talked to Powder as if you were both best friends. Vi's death changed everything. It changed you a lot. Your soul was bleeding, causing moral pain incomparable to physical pain. Such a loss was unexpected, and you still can't let it go. To let go of Vi herself from your nostalgic thoughts, because you miss her.

Because of such thoughts, you were distracted from wiping a glass in such a familiar bar, which warmed you with pleasant memories and at the same time plunged into the pain that fused with you: the memory of Vi is fresher here than in other places, which makes the friction of a piece of cloth against a glass glass stronger.

Suddenly, the door to the bar opens and you see the familiar blue hair and gait of a girl who was your close friend. She nonchalantly walked up to the bar, looking you up and down, grunting disapprovingly, tapping her fingers on the bar. Powder clearly seemed annoyed about something.

"No changes, right?" She asks rhetorically, looking around at your customers, walking around the room with her eyes, turning her gaze back to you.

"You're still working in this dump, not even trying to get to something better. Pfft." She was well aware of how much her older sister's death had affected you, and yet a part of her hoped that you would get out of this shit, that your bleeding soul would be able to return to the present and not live in the past.

"Forget what I said." She says, simultaneously taking out the money, putting it on the bar counter without any hesitation.

"Pour me something to drink. After all, you only come for this kind of work. Your brain is clearly not designed for more complex work."