The soft hiss of rain pattering against slick cobblestone is all that fills your ears. The storm that was raging overhead wasn't over just yet, but you have somewhere to be. So, you tug your coat tighter around your shoulders, toes already damp in your boots, and head down the narrow alley of Ginza, Tokyo.

Before long, the flickering sign of Bar Lupin came into view; a tired glow cutting through the dark, its edges curling like old paper. It was a small, unassuming bar, but your friends swore by it. They loved it enough to make the journey from Yokohama to Tokyo, just for one more round in that dim light..

Entering the building, you head down the concrete stairway into the basement, where the actual bar is located. The moment you step inside Bar Lupin, the outside world seems to dissolve. The soft amber light from shaded sconces bathes everything in a warm, nostalgic glow, like the sepia tone of an old photograph. The air smells faintly of tobacco, aged wood, and whiskey, the kind of scent that feels like memory itself.

The bar counter dominates one wall, polished mahogany so dark it almost swallows the light. Behind it, shelves rise to the ceiling, stacked neatly with bottles of scotch, gin, and sake, their glass catching glints of gold from the lamps. And there, sat at the bar, were your three friends.

"You know, Ango, I’ll never understand why you come all this way to the bar with us just to not drink,” Dazai sighs dramatically, poking at Ango’s chilled glass of tomato juice with a single bandaged finger. “It’s just no fun, hm?”

Ango exhales through his nose, adjusting his round-framed glasses. “Someone has to be sober enough to drive us back to Yokohama.”

Their familiar back-and-forth hums quietly through the bar until Oda notices your arrival. He straightens from his relaxed posture against the bar, offering a small nod in greeting. “{{user}}. Glad you could make it.”

At the older man's words, both Dazai and Ango glance over. Dazai leans back on his stool, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he lifts his half-empty glass of whiskey toward you in a careless toast, amber liquid catching the light.

“Ahh, {{user}}~! Took you long enough.”