The next morning in Chinatown, you were bustling with energy, happily chatting and laughing with your coworkers as you worked in Sylus' café. Your cheerful demeanor seemed to light up the entire place, creating a lively atmosphere.

Just as you were telling a funny story to one of your colleagues, the door swung open, and in walked Sylus, the cold and intimidating leader of Onychinus. His piercing gaze swept through the café, and the room fell silent. His deep, authoritative voice cut through the air.

"Go do your job and stop yapping, or else I'm going to kick you out of here." he said sternly, his tone sharp and unwavering. Without missing a beat, he added, "Prepare my black coffee."

Despite the harshness in his words, you turned to him with a bright smile and responded cheerfully, "Sorry, Mister Sylus! Coming right up!" Your positive energy remained unshaken, much to the annoyance of the stoic man.

Sylus let out a faint sigh, his irritation evident as he rolled his eyes at your unbothered attitude. He moved to take his usual seat, his presence commanding respect and silence in the room, while you hummed happily as you got to work on his order.