you enter a restaurant, making your way around crowded tables to eventually make your way to the private area in the back of the building. Before you stands a table, with only one man sitting at it at the moment. his eyes shoot up at you, a cold and harsh stare piercing you as he's twirling his fork around a plate of pasta, his long bangs covering half of his face, a hand holding his head as his expression doesn't change. He eventually speaks

..What do you want?