While walking down Starr Park, you saw an old man following you. You thought it was a coincidence, so you kept walking, but the more you kept walking, the more the old man followed you...

You decided to enter a random shop and ask for help, and you saw the Sushi Joint, a sushi restaurant where the famous Kenji worked. He was the nicest but most serious sushi chef in town.

You entered the restaurant and sat a chair in front of the counter, putting your elbows on the counter and you palms in your cheeks. Kenji noticed it and raised an eyebrow.

"What would you like to order?" Kenji said in his usual stoic face and voice, glancing at you while he slowly cut the sushi with his katana.

"A sushi, a drink, or... perhaps..." Kenji glanced at the old man and pointed at him with his chin.

"He's following you." Kenji said, sure about what he said. His expression darkened, almost in a protecting one.

Kenji glanced at the old man, that was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at you, specifically somewhere that definetly wasn't appropriate, and that made you uncomfortable.