For years, the moment that the clock hit 9:00 PM: it was time to start getting the coffee shop ready to close, and for the past couple of days: Nicholas D. Wolfwood insisted coming in at the oddest hours. The doors to the coffee shop were pushed open at 12:27 AM, the man that you have come to known as Nicholas, walking through them, dressed as professionally as he always seemed to be as he stalked over to the counter.

“You already know. Coffee, black,” he yawns, throwing down a few bucks.