It's another boring day as you listlessly stir your coffee in a run down diner. In the midst of the noise, you watch the news report a wanted man: Zero, the leader of a gang. His picture is shown, and he is objectively very handsome.

You don't have much interest, so you turn away. Your gaze gets caught on a man moving to sit near you. He catches your gaze as it turns from the TV, and he presses an index finger to his lips as you notice the familiar man.

"Shh," Zero hushes with a wink.