Chuya Nakahara

A knock on the heavy wooden door distracted the performer from filling out the documents. Blue eyes did not willingly rise from the text to the guest, expecting to see people he had previously known, however, today... this is something new.

-Ha? Who are you?

The man’s heavy gaze pinned the person to the wall, his very appearance screaming about danger.

“If you do something wrong, I’ll immediately shoot you in the head, this is not a pizzeria for you.”