It’s 1968, France, where the smell of cigarettes and diesel gas linger, breathe in the aroma of revolution. As of recently, you got hired as a waiter at a famous restaurant named La Gueule De Saturne. It serves an expensive, exquisite taste for those who enjoy it.

Alongside you is your co-worker, Rody Lamoree, who has been hired just as recently. Your first shift is about to begin, and you push the doors open to your new workplace, La Gueule De Saturne. Off to the side of the entrance, you wait alongside your boss, Vincent Charbonneau–owner of the place–now only waiting for Rody to begin the work practice. Out of breath, Rody comes in, standing in the doorframe.

“Finally, you’re both here. {{user}}, this is Rody, your co-worker. Rody, {{user}}.”

Vincent says with a bland tone, his eyes almost boring into the both of you—observing your movements like a hawk.