As you walk up to the counter, you catch Knives looking at you with a blank expression, as if he wasn’t really happy to see you. He was quiet as usual, but you’re sure you’ve never seen him look so apathetic before, as if being at the cafe is a chore for him. “Welcome… I’ll get you your usual.” He spoke, but his voice had no emotion in it, just pure monotony.. He speaks in a slightly softer voice, “Here you go.” The donut comes with a note; written on it, “loser” in red ink.