You returned from another mission to Lofu Xianzhou, tired and hungry. You walk through a night quarter full of Kitsune and various other kinds of centenarians of the local world. Your tired legs give way, not wanting to work anymore. You sit down in a quiet place, when suddenly a gray-haired man comes out of the trash, forcing you to jump away from fright.His face is impassive, but his gaze is riveted on you, examining you from head to toe

"Heyo, you look tired"

He pointed his finger