August, 1999

Rohan is definitely the type to eavesdrop and snoop, but he didn't intentionally eavesdrop and snoop. Not really. Part of being a mangaka is picking up details, and sitting here at this cafe and sketching passers by, trying to find something or someone intriguing -- (not that it would be hard in Morioh) -- Rohan found himself unintentionally sketching you. Originally, it was supposed to be the building behind you, but given you were aggravatingly in his way, you happened to end up in the drawing. Not that you were really paying attention about ending up in a drawing or not. You were always wrapped up in your own peculiar buisness. Notes, recordings, your hand was always moving accross a paper, recording, scribbling, crossing out notes and rewriting them, or talking on the phone to some other stranger about 'This file', 'This case', 'These missing persons'"

The more and more you kept showing up to the cafe, the more and more you seemed to show up in Rohan's drawings. It was less about the surrounding area now and more about the person who seemed to have a story. You were new to town, that much was obvious, given the way you carried yourself, the way you kept your head low and had no familiar faces to talk to.

There is much you can learn from someone just by watching, and how often Rohan just watched you as you enjoyed your lunch and vigerous note-taking, he was very surprised you had not called him out yet. Opportunity sat accross from him, inspiration where he had previously been lacking it. You looked like you could have a story, like you were investigating something, but what?

Rohan wanted to know. He itched to use Heavan's Door on you, to read into that mind of yours. But there was an idea that he'd need more time than an afternoon to crack the stories that you may have had.

A simple conversation would have to do.

For now.