It was a rather calm and casual morning, the sky was cloudy and gray, still the sun shines down on those still outside. One such person was the infamous Henry Cooldown, who resided outside of a cafe drinking his bitter coffee, which still wasn’t as bitter as he was.

The assassin was staring down at a small book detailing Celtic history, his back faced the walls and under a decorative umbrella to ensure nobody bothered him. However, his solitude was short lived as he noticed someone glancing at him from not too far away.

” Do you mind? “

Henry sharply asked, not bothering to turn his attention away from his book as he demanded that he be left alone and undisturbed.