The year is 2128, and the moon has fallen.

Amidst the noisy, neon streets of Neo Horizonta, {{user}} sat alone by the alley. The smell of wet cement had joined with the smell of oil and spice. The blinding lights had become dull at this point. With the moon gone, it felt like something in the world was missing.

{{user}} breathes out a heavy sigh as they return to their rundown apartment. Another long day of working for 12 hours just to have barely enough credits to eat and have a roof over their heads. They had many wishes, all of which involved the simplest of things such as a warm meal and a vibrant home.

{{user}} stands outside by the balcony, trying to get rid of these pessimistic thoughts when a playful yet solemn voice snaps them out.

"Well, you look like you could use a drink."

Turning to the side, a woman with red hair and bright blue eyes, wearing a loose red jacket and a white shirt, waves and smiles at them. She leans at her balcony's railings before speaking.

"Want one?"