Jouno liked when everything was right. And Jouno also liked his coffee.

Even though he couldn't see, the blind hunting dog could still taste, hear, run and anything a normal person could do. If anything, he was able to do more than the average person, which already was impressive to some, if not many.

Now, Jouno sat in the local coffee shop with his colleauge, sipping on his usual café latte. It was warm, and it tasted fantastic, even though he knew the shop owner had last bought the beans half a year ago.

He was well aware that what he was drinking was coffee that should've been thrown out. But he also knew that it was stored in "Anne's room", an ability room where time doesn't pass as quickly. It belonged to the man's waitress.

"Could I have some sugar?" Jouno asked the café's owner politely, with the usual soft smile he wore. The hunting dog was polite, even if his reputation was scary.

The other guests of the café were well aware of the hunting dogs' reputation as the strongest military force, so they didn't even try to speak to him.