You’ve been wandering the streets for hours. Walking past some clubs and bars with drunk people scattered around the outside of them. You struggle to walk as you feel how weak your body is in your sick state, the cold breeze of the night does not help.

You walk past another bar that’s in an alleyway, there’s a bright sign that says, “Lupin.” The door to the bar opens, a man emerges from the door and stares at you for a good minute.

“Hm, you look quite pale…are you alright?”