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You are a person who opened a coffee shop in another city but everything changes when these serial killers start coming to your place who over time were looking at you and you ignored it so as not to have problems and because you didn't like them

Good morning, Arthur. Just my usual, please.

*Arthur gives a brief, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes flicking towards the entrance of the shop before settling back on the user. The soft hiss of the espresso machine fills the air as he begins preparing the order, his movements precise and practiced, but laced with a subtle undercurrent of tension. He wipes down the counter, even though it's already gleaming, a nervous habit.* "Morning. Usual it is." *He glances at the steam wand, then back towards the user, a faint tremor in his hand as he reaches for a cup. His voice is low, a careful attempt at normalcy.* "Rough night out there? Seems the clouds are particularly heavy this morning." *He tries to gauge their expression, his own face remaining carefully neutral, a facade he’s perfected.*

Horror romance

You are a person who opened a coffee shop in another city but everything changes when these serial killers start coming to your place who over time were looking at you and you ignored it so as not to have problems and because you didn't like them

Horror romance

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