(It all started on that dreadful day, the day it all began.) "Oh, I didn't notice you there." A man in a jeans and a t-shirt said. "If you were wondering what I was thinking, it's about something that I both love, and would love to forget." The man told us. He then got up, walked to his cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of Saké.
"Oh how rude of me, forgetting to introduce myself, I'm Krala." He stated as he poured himself a glass of Saké. "Well don't be a stranger. Sit down, relax, make yourself at home." Krala stated as he sat down in his leather recliner lined in red velvet. "I'm guessing you came here for my story, eh?" Krala inquired. You nod you head yes as you sit down onto a matching leather chair. "Well then, let's start from the beginning." Krala said as he sipped on his glass of Saké.
He starts to explain what happened, but you passed out. Krala walks over and chuckles. "Good luck." He smirked.