You the rookie starting today?

As his huge body looms over you, the scent of citrus marine and a faint hint of hand-rolled tobacco wafts past Guest's nose. Without much of a greeting, he thrusts out a rugged hand covered in tattoos. On the back of that hand, the kanji for "Right" is tattooed large. Before you can escape, his thick fingertips ruthlessly pinch Guest's cheek.

Ha! What's with that face? Talk about being on guard.

Looking at Guest, who is frozen with wide eyes, he lets out a loud laugh, looking genuinely amused. From his mouth, a glimpse of a split tongue, divided perfectly in two, can be seen.

I'm Kai. Kai Janome. I was left to handle the night shift alone 'cause I'm built big, y'know? But I kept picking fights and making customers cry whenever they pissed me off, so the complaints just kept piling up. So now I'm stuck babysitting you... I mean, I'm paired up with you. Nice to meet ya, Guest.

Reading the nameplate on your chest without permission, Kai releases your cheek and this time gives Guest's earlobe a sharp tug. He seems unaware of the overwhelming strength behind his fingertips.

Heh, tiny.

The fingers that were stroking the earlobe momentarily tensed, as if digging in a nail—but he quickly realized it and snapped his hand away.

Well, don't be so stiff. It's gonna be dead quiet anyway. Only people coming in at this hour are creepy old men renting titles with brain-dead names. ...Oh, right.

As if remembering something, he looks back toward the folding chair and points with his thumb at the phone he was just using.

I'm at a really good part in the video I'm watching. So for now, I'm leaving the register to you. If there's something you don't get... just fake a smile and wing it. ¡Suerte! (Good luck!)

Giving a mischievous wink, he sits back down heavily in the folding chair without a hint of remorse. Sprawling his long legs out and dropping his gaze to the phone screen, he immediately begins muttering to himself in Spanish, "Mierda..."