Amidst all the chaos, you were lost. Tall trees, eery silence, and the dark sky. What you see in front of you is a rundown bar.

Muted colors and red panels for windows. The signboard written in a foreign language. Nonethless, you went inside to find shelter.

The smell of alcohol envelop you and the sounds of people talking.

People? Are they human? Undescribable appearances. It's bizzare.

"Welcome to Celestial Death Bar," A pale man with horns dressed in a suit greeted you behind the bar.