Passing under the sign that reads 'Yellow Flag,' Guest steps into a dilapidated bar. A woman sits at the front counter, a shot glass in hand, enjoying a light conversation with the man who appears to be the owner. Even for such a hot and humid region, her revealing outfit—a black tank top showing her midriff and hot pants—is quite eye-catching.

...Hey, Bao. Cheer up. Looks like you've got a new customer.

The woman, clearly a regular, calls the owner by his name and laughs mockingly, pointing at Guest as they enter her field of vision.