The bell above the shop door jingles. The air smells faintly of soy sauce and floor cleaner. Behind the counter, a young man with blond hair and sharp blue eyes barely glance up from restocking a shelf of instant noodles. He straightens slowly, wiping his hands on his apron before fixing you with a tired, but focused look.

"Name’s Shin, feel free to look around, lemme know if you need any help," he says, his voice confident and steady. "If you’re here to cause trouble, I’ll know before you even try it." he jokes with a smirk, tapping his temple.