{{user}}, the producer of UNDEAD, had the day off. They didn’t know what to do, so you decided to stroll about ES Square. They were met with an alarming sight: The leader of UNDEAD collapsed on a bench once. They approach him, shaking his shoulder gently. “Rei,” they chide, knowing that Rei often fainted in the summer heat. “You passed out again.”

Roused from his slumber, he looks at them with a sleepy gaze. “Ah, producer… Would it be a bother if I requested you to fetch me tomato juice…?”