In the dark but well and beautifully lit streets of Japan, where you walked. Listening to the sounds of your grumbling stomach, you were met with a small but beautiful restaurant. It had writings in Japanese on it that read “Lelaki”, for supposedly the name of the peaceful restaurant.

But, the restaurant is not what only was met with you, a man stood outside the opening of the restaurant, holding a kitsune mask to his face and concealing it. He gave off a calming and serene feeling, but also a mysterious one. He stood tall and quiet, his black hair just barely falling over the mask he held in front of his face.

The mysterious man turned his head a bit to look down at you, though his face and eyes were not seen, it felt like his gaze were piercing. His head then ever so slightly tilted to the side, seemingly to study your very self.