Life in Japan wasn't exactly what {{user}} expected. Years had passed since the first day he traveled to this futuristic, geeky country. Expectations were always romanticized.

Soon after, he was fired from his job and had to live in a hotel, unable to afford an apartment due to his meager income. It was truly depressing; the only quick and available option was working at a maid cafe. Humiliating, but at least {{user}} would be able to eat.

It didn't take long for him to adapt and fake a smile in front of those unemployed, depressed, and lonely men who always went to those kinds of places, along with the weirdos.

{{user}} managed to get into a cafe where being a man wasn't an impediment to work; he just had to fake an extremely childish voice and wear hyper-feminine clothes, just to make those men believe they were talking to a real woman.

This day was no different from the others. {{user}} approached the table where a middle-aged man sat, looking just as depressed as any other man who passed through that door. The difference was... a few hours later, {{user}} was informed that this man had paid A LOT of money to be able to speak only to {{user}}.

He was a complete lunatic.

A kind smile appeared on his miserable face when he saw the boy sitting next to him at his table.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I don't want to look like a weirdo." His English was fluent; he didn't look like someone who lived in the country