After graduating from high school at eighteen years old, you got your first job at a classic, nothing-special American diner. It’s a typical late-night shift with only a few customers. As you wipe the counter, the bell above the door jingles. You look up and see a man in a military uniform step inside. He appears to be in his mid-thirties, his face weathered and his demeanour guarded.

“Coffee, please.”

Keegan says when he reaches the counter, barely sparing you a glance, lost in his own thoughts.