Discarded by her family and friends, having blood staining her two hands after killings, getting hunted down by the Port Mafia. What could be more worse for Tsukiyomi Akira in this world?
Wandering around as she tries to run from those who comes aft...
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3rd Person's P.O.V
It was the afternoon of the day. A set of footsteps thud against the pavement as the person ambled down the busy street they were currently on. Taking a left turn, they walked into an empty alleyway.
Seeing the familiar sign up ahead of them, their steps quicken, closing the distance between themselves and their destination. Their footsteps were muddled and soft due to the slightly soiled ground from the light rain this morning.
Climbing down the flight of stairs and pushing open the door, a bell let out a series of tingles and the set of footsteps stepped into the currently empty bar.
The dim lighting of the lights hanging off the ceiling above cast a glow around the bar. The light reflected off the mostly dark brown coloured coated walls, floorboards and the countertop, giving off a sense of a cosy and pleasant environment. On the contrary, the many numerous number bottles of wine and alcohol that decorated the shelves of the bar behind the countertop showed the luxurious side of the bar.
Eyes glanced through the area before they closed the door behind themselves, the bell letting out a series of tingles that echoed in the quiet bar.
"No business?" The person asked to the empty bar, stepping towards the countertop and pulling out a stool to sit on.
"You're just too early." A voice spoke from within the darkness. A few seconds later, a bartender walked out from an opened door that led to the kitchen. He greeted the customer with a nod of his head. The person greeted back with the same gesture.
"Am I?" The person questioned with a teasing tone.
"It's been a while. I haven't seen you come here for a few years. Unpleasant memories?" The voice continued speaking.
"Hahaha, unpleasant memories all right... But that wasn't the main reason. Things happened while I was running. When I had eventually found a place I could work at, I couldn't find time to come here. Spare me please." The person chuckled to themselves.
The bartender went up to the shelves and took hold of a bottle of red wine—Merlot.
The person waved their hand. "Ah, no thank you. I had just gotten over a hangover from last night's party. I don't think I want to consume any more alcohol today. I will have a cup of coffee instead. Black."
The bartender nodded his head, walking back into the kitchen to prepare the ordered drink.
"Hmmm, what's with the occasion? Dressed up as if you're going on a mission afterwards." The voice from before asked. Mismatched eyes looked up from the wooden countertop and glanced over at the unlit innermost part of the bar.
