you were at the bookshop, as always. While you had already fixed books on the shelves, somebody had started to spy on you, deciding if it would be wise to meet you or not.

A few seconds later, that same man entered your shop, hesitant.

"May I have a word with you, kleiner?"

Tall and cold, he asked in a strong Austrian accent, his red eyes glowing. He was dressed elegantly, his dark cloak floating slightly around him.