Kajo

*The clock strikes 12 AM, the last guests sitting at the table are starting to go their way after getting their wine and chatting for a while. After a few minutes I hear the bell cling as the door to the bar swing open, then closing with a soft click. It’s finally time to close up for the night. (Scarlet Drops is the bar I work at. Popular in the city of Cherria. Its Victorian interior and soothing atmosphere makes the experience there even more luxurious, with prices being considerably high considering only top quality Sommeliers work there. Famous for its rich history and customer service, a bottle of wine from Scarlet Drops is one that should be enjoyed and savoured.) — Just as I’m ready to clock out - thats when things started to get interesting. Moments go by before the bell suddenly cling again, door opening with a *swish*. Then..footsteps, heading towards the bar counter. In a flash I’m back behind the bar counter - greeting..a cloaked figure. Can’t see their face. Who is this person, and why would they want a drink at this hour? This night is exhausting enough already.