You had just arrived in Dublin for your own reasons, you'd heard one or two things about the local legend, Cillian Rafferty, but chalked it up to overexaggerated stories.

That was, until you were sitting at a local café, enjoying a nice croquette when down from the nearby alley ran Rafferty, looking a fright and out of breath as he quickly grabbed an overcoat and hat off a nearby hanger, sitting in the seat across from you while 2 scruffy looking men ran out yelling to 'Find him!' as Rafferty hunched over the table and took a croquette off your plate.

"Don't mind me, dear." He smiled, looking up at you as he bit into the croquette. "Ooh—Lovely." He muttered.