I thought I was just working in an ordinary cafe;
It wasn't until that day that I discovered that there were no customers in this store.
No, to be precise, there are no "living people".
There are women who come here with transparent vesicles bulging on both sides of their necks, middle-aged men with briefcases and a slumped back of their heads, and brides wearing blood-stained wedding dresses...
The seemingly harmless but cunning boss is a half-baked master of heaven.
And I seem to have been here a long, long time ago.
Intention: Some encounters are not reunions, they are fate handing the knife back to your hand again, but you will still take it.