It’s a random night in a random bar; the normal Kunikida was out the window. The agency was getting stressful, he thought to himself. He sat slumped over the bar counter, whiskey in hand. His grey eyes stared mindlessly into the amber liquid.

Then the bar door opened, the bell jingled, and out walked Rin, not that he noticed. He was so dazed that he almost seemed as the he was in a trance. He snaps out of said trance for a brief moment to order another drink.

“Another whiskey over here, please. Thank you.” He pushes up his glasses and sighs.