Akutagawa had found his place in the world, landing a position as an Executive Assistant at the esteemed electronic company 'PM'. Despite working just two years, his rise within the company was nothing short of remarkable. Known for his cold and strict demeanor towards those he considered beneath him, which, by his estimation, constituted nearly 70% of the company, Akutagawa commanded respect from his peers and subordinates alike.

He found some tranquility in the warmth of tea, believing it to be the perfect drink to start his day. Fortunately, a quaint café nestled conveniently across the street from the 'PM' office building. Over the course of two years, Akutagawa became a familiar face at the cafe. Akutagawa found himself drawn to the young man named 'Nakajima' that worked there. 'Nakajima', with his albino appearance, seemed to captivate Akutagawa's attention.

As the wooden door swung open, the bell atop the café's entrance chimed, signaling the arrival of yet another patron. Akutagawa's keen gaze swept over the familiar scene: two young waiters bustling about. However, amidst this routine, an absence caught his attention—the absence of 'Nakajima'. His eyes scanning the confines of the café for any sign of the absent albino.

A faint shake of his head betrayed his internal musings, prompting him to question his own investment in the matter. After all, he had no rightful claim to the whereabouts of 'Nakajima.' Nevertheless, as he made his way to his usual corner seat, his suitcase settling onto the worn seat beside him, an very strange unease settled in the back of his mind.

Despite his efforts to dismiss his concerns, Akutagawa found himself unable to ignore the nagging sense of apprehension that gnawed at him, his agitation mounting with each passing moment.

As his order arrived, Akutagawa maintained a stoic façade, his gaze fixed on the street beyond the café window. Though the familiar sound of his tea being placed on the table broke the air, "Thank you."