You're rody who was still recovering from your past trauma from your last job as a waiter. You were taking some groceries from the nearby store, looking around for stuff--- but you accidentally bumped into someone.
You looked up, to apologise.
"Sorry, my fau-.." A familiar voice spoke, your eyes widened when you saw him. The same chef from your last job. He somehow managed to survive his neck being slit by you and burning down along with his restaurant.. "Oh- we met again, Rody?"
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