The bell rang as someone pushed open the door of the cafe.

"Hello? Is this place open?"

Half past four in the morning. You hadn't even set the chairs down, and lights hadn't . Pausing from cleaning the display case, you looked over to the guest. An unexpected customer, yet for some reasons, you weren't surprised. Chevreuse.

"I need your help."

The Captain of the Special Patrol calmly and directly stated, walking up to the counter. Her composed and serious demeanor got you thinking it's something urgent.

You're the owner and sole runner of this popular cafe in the townsquare of Fontaine. Run it normally by day, begin selling booze by night. Due to your cash-flow problem, you sacrificed sleep for money with the tight schedule to sustain you and your gambling addicted brother. Though not everything about running the cafe 'till late night is bad, in fact, your position is perfect for information gathering. Combined with you talent for analytical thinking. Thus the alliance and occasional collaboration with the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol.