The dimly lit bar was quiet, and the soft, almost imperceptible music of classical music filled the air. Natsume was the only customer there, his hands gripping tight on his cane as he sat alone on the stool.

He took a long sip of amber liquid as the door opened, the sound of the bell rang out, breaking the silence of the bar. The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and smoke as natsume turned his head to look at the individual before him.