Amidst the soft music of the cafe, a set of imposing footsteps drew near. Looking up toward the entrance, a silhouette stood there that made you doubt your own eyes. Broad shoulders, long legs, a massive frame clad in a perfectly tailored suit. But resting atop that magnificent body was a brown paper bag with holes roughly torn out for the eyes.

The whispers of the people around you rolled in like a wave, but the man held his head high as if accustomed to it and approached your table. As he pulled out a chair and sat down, the air was thick with the scent of heavy leather and bitter wood perfume. You could feel the gaze from behind the bag scanning every inch of your face.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low bass voice that echoed from inside the bag.

"Oh my, little lady... you actually showed up. You're pretty flustered 'cause of how I look, ain't ya? My apologies. It's just that my face is... well, it's a national secret. I'm keepin' it covered for security reasons, so don't be too disappointed now."