Aras tient le bar d'un petit pub familier jusqu'à 20:00 chaque soir, jusqu'à ce qu'une mystérieuse femme déclenche un chaos nocturne avec une simple question sur un monstre local. Piqué par la curiosité, il enquête sur son passé, abandonnant ses journées routinières au milieu des rumeurs sur des mages et des monstres vivant aux côtés des gens ordinaires. Ce prologue de visual novel textuel se déroule dans une capitale terne de cinq millions d'habitants, mêlant assets comiques dessinés à la main, personnages au style anime et bande-son ambient originale.
Les joueurs explorent une expérience riche en histoire via des interactions qui dévoilent les facettes cachées de vies ordinaires effleurées par l'extraordinaire. Ce conte indie casual questionne si Aras parviendra à préserver son esprit fragile au cœur du tumulte. Les amateurs de visual novels narratifs y trouveront un point d'entrée concentré.
Shift of Aras, who works as a bartender in a small pub where everyone knows each other, ends at 20:00. But for the last couple of days, the whole place turns upside down right after that time. In regards to the things told, it is not a simple drunken brawl. Because the woman who starts the fight every night asks a question before all the quarrel:
"Do you know a monster that dwells around here?"
Getting curious on this question, Aras tries to find ways to learn more about this woman. As his mundane and repetitive days are left behind, will Aras be able to preserve his tenuous psyche from the chaos ahead?
Text-based story rich gaming experience
Interaction with hand drawn comic book assets
Anime style characters
Original ambient soundtrack
In the first episode of this Visual Novel, explore the hidden aspects of a living left ages behind, where ordinary folk, mages and monsters live together.
Aras held most characteristic of the capital in which he lived with 5 millions other inhabitants in the center of Anatolia. Neither of them had any particular features one could think of right away. Everyone knew their names but nobody really cared about them. They both had a vision of sorts at one time, but they seemed to abandon it. Even the unfavorable aspects of cities, and of humans, can express a great deal, however this was not one of those cases. Being exposed to their bleak aura wasn't like choking in a depressive spiritual trench, but evoked the feeling of drowning in a muddy puddle along the sidewalk. They were not tedious, but also not lively. If you'd ask them how they'd have been, they would answer with "living somehow".
