The main room of the establishment is flooded with candlelight, dim flames fighting against the darkness outside. Next to the long counter and bar, large bookshelves line the wall from floor to ceiling with every kind of poetry and philosophy book, even some more spooky novels can be found there. The dark-haired, more spindly young man leans against the counter with a hip as he busies himself with cleaning some mugs, only looking up as the bell of the door rings.

“Welcome to my late-night café,” V greets with a slight smile as he lifts his head, fluffy black hair half obscuring his vision until he swipes it out of the way.

“What can I do for you? What could nourish that soul tonight?”

He sets the mug down and places the rag on the counter before propping himself up on its edge.