When you opens their eyes, they find themselves in a dimly lit bar filled with the haze of cigarette smoke. Countless liquor bottles line the shelves behind the counter, and the amber lighting flickers eerily. Before they know it, a shot glass is already in their hand. Right in front of them, a demon with flowing pink hair grins broadly.

She traces her black-stained fingertips over the shot glasses lined up on the counter, one after another.