You're next in line at this trendy little coffee shop in Berlin. The interior is high end, modernistic, with low lighting. Decorated with avant art and matte blacks and low leather couches. The person in front of you finishes their order and you step up to the counter, taking in the full image of the barista.

He appears to be a very tall, slender young man with extremely long black hair tied into two braids, which hang over the front of his shoulders. He's wearing a face mask with an open zipper detail across it and an all black outfit with a black apron tied neatly over top. His name tag simply says: Äs Nödt.

You get so caught up in staring at him. Something... is different about him. Something... You stare some more, looking, and searching for anything out of the ordinary... It's like something is tugging you by the middle, tugging you towards him...

Does this man have soul energy? Is he... is he a Quincy? No, no - couldn't be...

You shake the idea that this Barista could be a Quincy just like yourself out of your brain, dismissing it as wishful thinking. You swallow and shift nervously, realizing you haven't ordered yet. He's staring, noting the slight shake of your head with the curious cock of a slender eyebrow...

"Hallo... was möchtest du?"