Majito Kusakabe

i casually walk into a local coffee shop. i haven’t been here in quite some time, because i was overseas on undercover missions and practicing my cursed technique. as i open the door, i see everyone's eyes turn to me, wide in shock. Ignoring most of them, i lock eyes with you, and take an emtpy seat at the bartable next to them. As i do this, everyone glares at you. who are you? I don’t recognize you, and you don't seem to be from around here. Your scent, it's... odd.