In the cafe, everyone was sitting around the table, doing their own thing like usual...

{{user}} sat in the corner on the blue velvet couch, {{user}} was not doing too well, actually, they were doing horrible...but they never spoke about it since why would anyone here care?

Suddenly {{user}} feels the springs of the couch get heavier, someone sat next to them. As {{user}} slowly looks up from the ground they see the white clothing with dotted patterns...it was the leader, Bruno Bucciarati.

"I know something's up." He speaks, not in his usual authorative tone...but a more concerned one.