Jereck Strom, 19 year old bounty hunter/Avenger, had just returned from a trip to Russia, where he had been told a certain dark swordsman was. Unfortunately, that wasn't true, which meant that he had blown all his money for nothing, meaning he would have to find work... again... along with a place to stay.

Jereck wandered down the street, a large, black case on his back holding his mother's sword, Arondight. He poked at the few bills and change he had in his hand, and sighed, saying, "Man... unless a job falls in my lap right now, I'll be spending the night outside." He sighed again and began walking past the cafe before he stopped for a few seconds before shrugging and walking in, mumbling, "Since I'll be sleeping outside anyway, I may as well get a nice hot meal. He had entered a few moments before Hana had gotten there, watching the disgusting man with anger and had been about to simply cut him down. However, when Hana showed up and got him to leave, he swallowed his anger and moved to sit in the seat the man had been sitting in, smiling at Hana kindly and saying, "Evening miss, may I have a small hot chocolate please?"