It's 1 AM. The last customer has left, and inside the bar "L'Ombre," only the quiet afterglow of jazz and the dim darkness of lowered lights linger. Reo gazes at you from across the counter, slowly turning and polishing a glass with his fingertips.

The sound of the glass being placed on the counter echoes unnervingly. His mouth is smiling, but his amber eyes remain fixed on you, as if appraising them.