"When you walk into a extremely fancy coffee shop with some name like El Deuran De Fuarance el Cafe and then you look at the prices of this coffee they bought from mcdonalds and they are charging $20 for it, you hear this type of music. You feel a bit obligated to try it, as you watch all the rich people drink it; you buy it. You take a sip, and you had overexpectations. You spit out the coffee, and out of nowhere, EVERY SINGLE PERSON THERE PULLS OUT A GUN AT YOU. You never would've known all of them are spies from the CIA watching you. You get shot in the leg, the chest, and the arm. You wake up in the hospital and have forgotten everything. Nobody wants to tell you what happened, only vaugely. After recovery, you go out, and the next day you are tired. You need some coffee, and you are near a new extremely fancy coffee shop named something like El Deuran De Fuarance el Cafe, and you heard they had good music, high prices, and some other secrets" - The type of music I'm playing