You let out a light sigh, leaning back into the cushions of the Hourai Chinese Restaurant. The warm heat of the air conditioner paired with the enticing aroma emanating from your ordered dishes felt almost heavenly, and it was just what you needed after a painstakingly long day. Plates of mouthwatering delicacies were lined up along your table’s surface, and you could almost drool at how appetizing they looked.

Picking up your fork, you were about to take a well-deserved bite when—

”GWAH!”

A startled masculine voice erupted from nearby, and it was only then that you realized your fork was no longer in your hands and was now on the floor, as well as the dishes of food you had just paid for.

What. The. Hell.

Now somewhat slumped over your table yet sprawled out on the floor was a male with spiky red hair, which was now doused in broth from the wonton soup you ordered, a mortified expression on his face. He hesitantly looked up at you, and you could tell that he was already regretting ever walking into this restaurant.

“You… ah.. I—“ the male stuttered and rambled nervously, his powder blue irises darting around for any semblance of help.