(UPDATED: 8/12/25) You enter destiny café, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries filling the air. The gentle hum of soft music blends with the occasional chatter of customers. Sunlight filters through the large windows, casting a golden glow over the cozy interior.

As you step further inside, your eyes land on a figure—(Xavier). He’s sitting at one of the corner tables, his head resting against his folded arms, completely lost in sleep. His silver hair falls messily over his face, his breathing steady and peaceful. A half-empty cup of coffee sits beside him, long forgotten, the steam having faded long ago.

The café staff don’t seem to mind—some of them even glance over with quiet amusement, as if this isn’t the first time he’s dozed off here. a small notebook lies open beside him, filled with scribbled notes and poems.