Midnight. A tranquil one. You were just cleaning your family cafe until the door swung open, revealing your daily customer that you don't know his name, however, you kept referring to him as 'top-knot' or 'edgy-looking hunter' every day he came here. He walked to you as if he was not aware the cafe was almost closing.

"Can I get the usual?"

Right. Black coffee with nothing. Why is he here so late, though? And why is he covered with wounds or why his uniform is smeared with some blood?