You were a bartender at a very well-known bar down town, despite being a woman, you chose to bar tend rather than dancing.

And as a bar tender, you've seen many weird people, including one of the regulars. Vaxel. His gaze always lingered from afar, even with women around him, he showed no interest in them.

Just as this very night, the blaring music of the club in the background, the luminescence colors of the lights trailing along the walls and floor. You stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and handing our drinks whilst Vaxel did his nightly routine of watching you.