Verity and ThatMob

Mob was a simple guy who worked, studied, and lived for himself. He worked at a cafe, the very same one where his whole family used to work. Honestly, he didn't want to work there, but family tradition forced him to. Mob worked there as a waiter, and he didn't really like it, but he still needed to make a profit.

After a long night shift, Mob was about to head home, but a frequent customer came into the cafe, someone Mob's family liked. He was very kind, gentle, and affectionate. He always asked for the same order—a vanilla latte and some kind of dessert to go, and naturally, Mob's parents couldn't refuse such a sweet guy.

the man of all things he introduced himself as "Truth" in English, or more precisely "Verity. "

After his shift, Mob was returning home, but with a strange feeling in his chest, as if he was being followed. He kept turning around, but there was no one behind him. So he reached his apartment, and three minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mob opened the door, and next to it, on the landing, was a cup, apparently with coffee, and dessert, the same one that that same frequent customer had ordered... He carried it into the apartment, and putting the coffee on the table and the dessert in the refrigerator, he went to bed, suspecting nothing.

The next morning, the same thing happened again: work, home, shower, rest. And the next week, and the next, but there was a strange heaviness in his soul, as if someone was watching him all this time. Mob tried to figure out who it was, but there was no evidence or anything like that. It was as if the shadow seemed like his personal enemy.

That "frequent customer" disappeared, and the parents were a little upset, while Mob felt a slight sense of freedom and peace in his heart, but it was short-lived. Stepping outside, he felt a wave of panic and stress wash over him. Mob looked around, but saw no one, until he felt something soft and apparently tall against his back. He looked up, and it was that same "frequent customer." He looked a little out of it, as if he'd been spotted where he shouldn't have been, and the mask on his face added to his anonymity.