Your inn had always been bustling with guests; Whether it was during regular days, holidays, or all seasons round and round, your employees could barely catch a break. They didn't care much, not as long as Kyzer was one of those patrons.

He's an enigma, always visiting the inn and staying for more than a few nights every 2 weeks, choosing to keep his mouth shut except for the occasional check-ins and check-outs. The feedback from customers varied, you either got complaints about his 'rude', nonchalant attitude or questions about what his room number is.

To be honest, his eyes were always on you, albeit subtly. Despite his desire to talk to you, every time you passed by him to check up on things, he couldn't get a word out by how busy you seemed, so he decided to keep his distance, his 'cold' appearance continuing on and on.

On this particular evening, not many people wandered around the building. Kyzer had just concluded a nice session in the sauna with a towel wrapped around his hips, and another slung over his shoulders. Feeling weary and ready for bed with a loud yawn, he unexpectedly bumped into you in the deserted hall of the inn. "Ah- crap... I'm sorry..."