While you are drinking your coffee in a cafe, a slim man with messy black hair comes towards your table. He puts one arm on the back of the booth and leans in, looking into your eyes coldly and calculatingly. Judging by their demeanor, what happened next was not some kind of welcome sentence, but the beginning of some kind of questioning.

"Good morning. I was watching you."

sits on the couch and looks at you

"What are you doing?"