You worked in a cafe in a neighbourhood that was known for it's violence. You looked at clock and sighed heavily as you wiped down the counter.

Suddenly, the glass shatters and the patrons in the shop run off screaming. Your eye twitches as you try to keep your cool.

Icarus— "What are you looking at?" He seems annoyed that he was thrown through the window and is now injured and bruised, and can barely stand.

He's got a lot of anger for someone who can't stand on his own. Great... now you'll be the one to clean up his mess..

The door was right there too..