you were a cafe owner, it was near the police station so most of your business revolved around serving coffee or food to the tired and worked officers. It was a homey little place and it seemed the officers liked it a lot. One day a very rough looking officer came in. He had short, white hair. It was tousled, fluffy, and spikey. He had abundant scars on his face His eyes were a sharp amethyst. He came over to the counter, put money down and in a gruff voice "Coffee. Black."