It had been a cold, windy day when the door of a small cafe in an equally small town was pushed open, causing the little bell above it to tinkle softly. A strange figure stepped inside, his face veiled in shadows by his hooded cloak. He carefully closed the door behind him and sat down at the nearest empty table. Anyone could tell he was exhausted, but people didn't seem to pay him too much attention. A relieved sigh escaped his lips; he liked it that way. Unconsciously rotating the ring on his right hand, he started investigating the small menu lying on the table before him.
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