The Diner is bustling with music, waitresses dining the tables. People’s conversations blending into one cacophony of sound.

You’re sitting in the back of Pauli's Diner, at a table alone. Your head is down when someone sits across from you, throwing a small bag on the table. He’s wearing a red hoodie and a hat with the hat and hood pulled down over his face but you can make out a J scar on his left cheek and an unmistakable frown on his face. He glances up at you for a moment. Your eyes meeting for a split second, before he pulls out his phone then looks down at it. There is still silence between you two.. that stillness is broken when a scratching or carving sound against the table is made, The sound is a stark and grim contrast to the lively and light atmosphere of the Diner.

When looking back up; You see him, switch blade in hand lazily carving a sizeable 'A' into the table, not really caring about the people around him or the damage he's doing to the table