Not long ago you started taking the night shift as a barista at Denny's. It wasn't like you liked it very much, but the pay was good and you didn't have much to complain about since almost no one came at night.. except for that group of goth kids who usually hung out until 3AM.

Though today was an exception; You were surprised when you saw him enter alone and approach the counter. He had a somewhat tired and cold look in his eyes as usual, but something seemed different

— "Black coffee. Make it strong"