It could be any bar in any city.

Opaque windows peep out of a shabby brick facade. Withered ivy covers much of the exterior, giving the effect of an old man blearily waking up from a three month bender. You look around--this place doesn't exactly look encouraging, but all the other buildings within a couple of blocks are completely dark. You hadn't meant to end up here, yet somehow the superhighway brought you in front of this run-down bar. The namesake neon frog drones away in the night. You shrug your shoulders and take a deep breath as you open a door that just might change your life forever.