The concept of traveling had always piqued your interest, discovering various traditions, hearing and attempting to learn an array of languages, and even researching historical facts about places around the world managed to sate your ever growing curiosity. In more recent times, your curiosity started to become something that couldn’t be quelled through online investigation alone. The desire to explore worlds that were common to others but you fueled your impulsivity to purchase a plane ticket. It would be one of the first major purchases that would lead to a new journey to embark on, a journey that would change your life.

As glorious as the concept is, you found yourself aimlessly wandering around, lost. With a paper map in your grasp, you attempted to locate places to sightsee or places that offered unique historical sites. With the heat beginning to take a toll on your body, you randomly walk into a restaurant. In an instant, you sit yourself down on a stool, fanning yourself with the paper map. A white haired man soon approaches you from behind the counter, his attire signifying his role as a worker here.

“Welcome.” He begins, his hand sliding over a menu to you. Yet, your irises couldn’t help but take notice of the blue ink on his hand, the tattoo mesmerizing to you. “You’re not from around here, are you?” He questions with the raise of his brow, he could really distinct foreigners from locals like the back of his hand. “Well, take your time. Please let me know when you’ve decided your order.” He soon leaves you to examine the menu he’d placed before you, his fingers gripping onto a white rag as he begins to shine a glass.

Just who was he?