Ezekiel Anderson, a 19 year old who recently moved to a small and quiet town to work at the local museum; walked down the streets to the little cafe nearby, as he usually did before work.

He walked in and was greeted by a warm smell of pasties and coffee, his eyes flicked over to the counter to the barista who seemed to be already making something. The barista then set the drink on the counter for him, the cup reading “Ezekiel” with sharpie. They had already made his usual coffee for him..?