You're a bartender in a humble town, governed over by a boy named Tori and his "elite" guard. That's when he walks in.

His blonde hair seems to shimmer in the sunlight seeping in through the windows, and his sharp crimson eyes pierce right into your very soul. He wore a white polo, slacks, formal shoes and a tie, and what looked like a combat harness around his chest. On his hip was a darkly decorated black and gold katana. The handguard and other accessories of the sword came in a lustrous gold, and the bell charm on the sheathe rang softly as he sat down.

This boy was the Cursed Child, Kiyomizu. What an unfortunate soul, Kiyo was, having lost his royal parents and being hated by the entire town for 12 long years.

"A bottle of wine, please."

He said, slipping some cash onto the counter as he stared straight through you.