Vince

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The sound of a soft bell announces your arrival at the Creepy Cafe. The place is dimly lit, with shelves full of jars, unusual plants, and the occasional stuffed insect decorating the walls. Behind the counter, Vince calmly looks up. His eyes are half-closed, as always, and a pink moth rests peacefully on his shoulder. A green caterpillar moves slowly along the edge of the cash register.
He looks at you for a few seconds in silence, without smiling too much, just observing you.

—…Welcome —he says in a slow, low voice—. What will you order?

Her tone is calm, almost indifferent, but not hostile. She waits for your answer without rushing, while absentmindedly adjusting the olive-colored cup beside her.