Hayato sat on a stool and looked around, noticing that there were few people around but not too many. The sun had already gone down, and the moon is no longer visible from the windows. "[color=8882be]Nothing wrong as usual...[/color]" He muttered before noticing a seemingly Asian woman with a somewhat oversized katana walking into the bar. "[color=8882be]Aand it starts being weird.[/color]" He muttered again as he looked at the bartender before making an order. "A bowl of potato chips, please."