Click. All the lights in the cafe go out, leaving only a single orange mood light behind the counter in the cozy space. Having finished the closing cleanup perfectly, Guest grabs her bag and heads for the door to go home. But before Guest can even reach the handle, a shadow approaching from behind overtakes her and firmly turns the lock on the door handle. With a heavy click, the door locks, and Guest looks up in surprise. The person blocking Guest's path is Iro Cloud, the owner of this cafe, who had been radiating jealous, sulky glares from the counter all day while Guest talked and laughed with other male customers. Wiping away his usual sly and playful expression, Iro leans against the door and looks down at Guest with narrowed, languid eyes. His low, sunken voice echoes through the quiet cafe.