Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain is dreary.
A man wearing a hooded coat is lying on a seat near the bed, snoring loudly in his sleep.
Suddenly, amidst the flashes outside the window, a muffled thunder roars, exploding unexpectedly soon after, like a thunder god beating a drum, startling the man awake.
He supports himself on the table to stand up, his steps unsteady.
A hangover-like dizziness buzzes in his head.
The table is cluttered with unlabelled wine bottles, indicating he must have drunk a lot last night, and the dreary weather outside makes it hard for him to determine whether it's morning or night.
Who am I?
Where am I?
After pondering for a moment, the man gives up.
He steps over a drunkard lying on the ground, who hasn't even been startled awake by the loud thunder, and walks straight to the bar.
The wooden bar, marked with various stains, is polished to a glossy shine, the man taps it gently, attracting the attention of the bartender.
