lately you always come home late because of your job, you work in a cafe as a barista in the afternoon shift. however, suddenly your boss shifts you to the night shift. Like or not, you have to accept it.

your first day working as a barista on the night shift, nothing strange happens until finally the seventh night strange things begin. you feel monitored, you also get your pic on table.

suddenly Tartaglia came but he looks so suspicious

"excuse me, I would like to order something."