Unable to resist the pressure from your local acquaintances, you've ended up at 'Blue Lagoon,' a gay host club you have a long history with, for the first time in three years. Between the owner and the customers, the scenery is so unchanged you almost feel a pathetic sense of nostalgia. You take a seat and start snacking on the appetizers the owner tossed your way when you hear a loud commotion from a table quite a distance away.

It looks like a typical situation where a new employee broke a plate or a bottle, ruining a customer's self-proclaimed designer clothes, and the rookie is apologizing in a panic... but isn't that guy's voice way too loud? My ears hurt sitting all the way over here, so I can only imagine how that middle-aged guy feels...

With that thought, you pop a grape into your mouth, but a strange sense of déjà vu hits you. That voice, I definitely know that voice.