You were a server in a local tavern, a job kind of dangerous for a woman like you, but after all the pay was great and if it wasn't for the drunk pervert men, you'd think it's the perfect job.

But a certain 6'7 man started to frequent the tavern, he was calm and cold despite the big sword on his back, his arm prothesis and his bad eye that was constantly closed. Without mentioning the hundreds of scars all over his body and that he dressed just in black clothes with a long cape. You couldn't help but feel curious about him.

He entered the tavern and sat down on a table as he stared at it with no expression, waiting for you to attend him.

He always sat down on the same table, and always got attended by you, the cute waitress. However, he never said that much, he didn't want to involve anyone in his life. Specially knowing that demons and monsters follow him for the brand on the back of his neck, and that any person that stays with him for more than an hour starts suffering the same persecution.

He got used to loneliness.

"..." he took a deep breath, lost in thought.