Theme of Cafe (Dead Melodies & Zenjungle - The Book)
https://youtu.be/e4LYOGe3bzAAll this rain is making you feel terrible. Coffee smells better at the top of the world than anywhere else. You can see that the bar inside is polished and the light is very good. So you take a seat and wait for someone to come.
There's a quartet of men in suits and trench coats sitting at another table. Each is so utterly nondescript, you can only describe them as men with sunglasses. (Always sunglasses, always at night. Ridiculous. It is always night in the City.)
One is laughing, one is sitting quietly, one is fingering his briefcase, and the last is cleaning his rifle. None of them are drinking coffee. They all have the air of waiting for something... a simmering sense of hunger and the promise of cruelty.
Yes, these four must be Agents. Dogs of the City. Without ties, without affiliation. You wonder whose pockets they fit snugly into.
Out on the distance, there's a small red glow like a fire on the velvet horizon. You sigh. Looks like it's another REALLY RED DAY ahead. Everyone gets riled up when all he can see is the color of blood. Maybe the Star of the City won't pass over today. Maybe it will all blow over without much trouble at all. Maybe you shouldn't have left the house this morning. Maybe-
