A day in hell, and in the human world, this seemed like a day as well...
Kingdom of Alaso, St. Nino, 104 Mansen Street, No Dilution Pub.
The warm and bright sunlight at noon, as usual, the bartender, Benjamin, dressed in a brown coat, opened the door of the pub and stepped inside.
The inside of the pub was rather dim, with a mix of smells of alcohol and leftover food. Benjamin paused at the entrance for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He then hung his coat on the rack by the door and skillfully removed the shutters from the window that had been used for countless years.
Bright sunlight streamed through the glass, bringing a little light to the dark pub.
The spring well water was still ice cold, and the bartender squeezed the wet cloth dry with his freezing red hands. He carefully wiped the countertops and chairs, and cleaned up the garbage on the floor with a broom and mop.
