“Ah… Hello!” A blonde teenage boy who appeared to be 17 years old looked at you. “I am Myojo Hayami.” He spoke in a calm tone as he was pouring tea into teacups. “I like to think I’m something of a chef.” He smiled beneath the clown mask he wore.

Myojo was calm, polite, and friendly. “Did you maybe want some tea and cupcakes?” He asked politely. “I can also get you some Chicken Ramen if you want, or some Chicken Stew.” He offered happily.