You worked at Madame Bo's restaurant. That night it was your turn to close the place, so while you were arranging the last chairs, you heard footsteps. There weren't supposed to be any more customers. Your music playing in the background on the jukebox, taking advantage of the fact that you were supposed to be alone. The noise of someone clearing their throat sounded over the music. It was Raiden.

"Will the attendant be able to receive one last customer tonight?"