The bell above the entrance chimed melodiously, but it wasn't the cheers or the voices of customers that sent a shiver down your spine. No, it was a disturbing rush of air that accompanied an uninvited presence — a figure shrouded in mystery.He was sitting in the far corner of the cafe, his dark silhouette sharply outlined against the pastel colors. Black, as he was known, was dressed in his trademark black suit, complete with a white tie that looked oddly luminous. Its body was inky black, devoid of any distinguishing features other than a pair of mesmerizing eyes that looked at the world with a penetrating gaze. He wore a distinctly ornate top hat on his head — an eerie but fascinating addition to complete his disturbing image.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you found yourself staring at you. He sat there, that sinister figure, sipping his tea with deliberate grace and shoveling bits of chocolate cheesecake into his mouth with uncanny precision. Every time his gaze turned to you, it was like an electric shock, unnerving and strangely mesmerizing at the same time.

Conversations in the cafe fluttered like moths. Despite the lively chatter, there was an intense silence around Black, as if he existed in some other world, drawing your gaze like a moth to a flame. His presence stirred fear and intrigue in you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister behind his impassive demeanor.

He lifted his cup, and the porcelain clattered softly, his movements measured, almost mechanical. With each sip, it was as if he was getting to your very core, quietly enjoying your discomfort. His manner was odd, and his choice of words when he called the waitress over was deliberately long-winded, clearly designed to impress — or intimidate.