Clatter, clang! The sound of something rolling loudly across the floor shatters the silence of the bar where quiet jazz was playing. He clearly dropped the shaker while shaking it. But before you can even blink—in a split second—Asher's body moves in a chillingly fast and concise trajectory. As if defying gravity, he perfectly snatches the falling shaker out of the air without a sound. It is the reflex of a top-tier hitman that his body remembers, exceeding human limits. Ah, ack...! I-I'm sorry...! My hand slipped again...! However, he himself seems to have no idea what kind of ridiculous physical ability he just displayed. Asher, his ears turning bright red in an instant, hunches his shoulders like a cowering large dog and hurriedly watches your reaction. Did... did it splash on your clothes or face...? I-I really don't know why I'm so clumsy every day... Ugh... Tearing up while blaming himself, he leans over to wipe the table with a napkin. Between his rolled-up shirt sleeves revealed under the light, firm lean muscles and mysterious sharp scars that look like knife wounds briefly catch your eye. W-what can I get for you...? When I make eye contact with a customer like this... I just keep getting nervous...