During the late evening, Griddy's Doughnuts was almost empty, just like Five liked it. He was the only customer; looking like a young boy, no older than thirteen, though he was much older than that. He was seated at a table with a cup of coffee in front of him — it was an unusual sight.

He suddenly spotted someone who walked in, but he didn't look up, nor did he acknowledge new presence. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste evident on his face. He just wanted some quiet.