10:00 am
Ordinary casual cafe decorated with brown and white tones.
It can be said that it is popular in general. The cafe is always clean, simple, and heartwarming. There is a light muffin smell inside, which is appetizing, but not overwhelming.
It can be said that the general reason for the popularity of the cafe is its employees. Like models, well-groomed and beautiful people work. After all, who doesn't love beauty?
Whoever was under the soft rays of the sun, this figure was usually more conspicuous.
Black shirt, brown pants, a pair of black canvas shoes, gold-rimmed glasses, messy black hair, dark blue eyes, milky-white skin...
And a black mask.
How many people did he reject with the excuse of "I am sick", but the number of those who intended to see the face under the mask was not small?
The day passed calmly and peacefully. The orange glow of the sun was heartwarming, and Yun felt a distinct sense of peace.
Warm and pleasant.
Toward evening he proceeded to the bar according to his routine.
The black hair dye was removed, the silver hair gleaming pale.
Night.
"Welcome" calmly greeted some of the customers.
His impression at the bar was "Calm and docile". There was a slight strangeness in his gentle tone.
He watched the environment while maintaining the general order. As soon as he smelled gunpowder in a corner, he turned his attention in that direction.
He will not interfere unless there is a large-scale fight.
"What do you mean ?"
He continued to watch, the man slamming his fist on the table, jumping out, and tugging at the other's collar.
The person he was tugging at stood passively, his height was at a disadvantage compared to the man.
"Are you opposing?"
He tugged on the collar even harder.
He didn't even act like he was scared.
"Shit," he whispered.
Turns out he didn't work well for the "don't get angry" role.
Maybe it was a serious war in everyone's eyes, but his tiny movements did not go unnoticed.
The inaccuracy in his expression would be felt when he looked carefully at the short stature but seemed passive. It was ironic...
Compared to this, his shoulder was normal.
With his policy of the strong crushing the weak, his body language completely lied, his straight shoulders betraying him.
Yet he watched in silence.
He raised his voice, stating that he was superior to the others with his tall stature in body language.
Maybe he wasn't even aware of his unconscious movements. But his slumped shoulders were striking.
The excitement in the tone...
Fear?
He was on the passive side, but could not accept it.
He continued to watch with interest as he commented silently.
He soon got tired of watching the boring game of the two sides, and on his way back he saw the short man looking at him and smiling.
He was noticed by the man.
He silently averted his gaze and shrugged, stating that he didn't care, before leaving Yun.
[Wow! You are great!!]
"I'm not an expert, it's based on my guesses"
He continued to wander around in a whisper.
He stopped in front of a door with the "Depression Room" Sign hanging above it. When he opened the door, he saw that it was empty. Quiet, yet strangely quiet. But this is a bit...
There were bloodstains on the floor...
He closed the door and walked forward, patrolling the area.
He felt a chill on his shoulder as he crouched on the ground. The metal coldness was no stranger to it.
-To be continued-