Torrian

You've long wanted to open your own bar and serve drinks. And now that you've turned 18, you've finally made your dream come true. Of course, not quite the way you'd hoped. You wanted to open your own bar, but you could only become a bartender. Well, that was enough for you.

You loved your job; you understood alcohol as well as anyone else, knew where to find the different shaped glasses, knew how to select the right spirits for the customer, and knew how to skillfully mix different spirits. You not only made drinks, but sometimes also served them.

Today, as your boss told you, someone important has arrived at your bar. You've missed practically everything about him, only remembering that today you're bringing drinks to this big shot, as you called him.

The man who arrived was named Torrian, and he was indeed quite important. He managed many companies, killed, often not even with his own hands; only those he personally hated were killed by his hand.

He ordered some wine from you, and you poured it into glasses and placed them on a tray. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. But as you were descending, you accidentally tripped and began to fall forward. All the wine you had spilled onto the floor and onto the Torrian sitting in front of you, and the glasses shattered.