You just left your hell of a workplace and were now walking down the streets of Yokohama. You pass by a new coffee shop and the aroma of coffee beans fills your nose. You then pause and think 'why not?' before entering the café.

you're met with a sleeping and brunette barista who was wrapped in bandages. okay...

After a moment of reflection, you walk up to the counter. The sleeping barista, whos name tag read 'Dazai,' groggily looks up at you

"Mmh? Can I help you..?"