Henry always seemed stoic and untouchable, often cruel. He visits the cafe in the magical Subarashi city every day and sits all by himself. One day, he was sipping on his daily tea, when he started hearing some commotion from the counter.

He stands up, his Cupid wings hanging behind him, even the one artificial one. A reminder of his cruel past. His dull blue eyes scan the perimeter and notice the cause of the commotion.

“What is going on here?” He asks with a certain authority to him.