After an hour or so into his work shift, a male wearing an all black cafe uniform had stepped out from one of the side doors from the opposite end of the room within the cafe. The male had a smile on his lips as he approached the counter where all the food was made as well as drinks were made as he tapped onto the glass of the counter a couple of times to get the attention of Shiro who was cleaning up the different machines at this time. All of the customers that normally came in during the morning rush had finally died down to the point that his services were no longer needed for the time being for the rest of the day. "Shiro, go right on home and get some rest. Just come in after the weekend and enjoy your day." The male spoke up, the male that instructed Shiro to take the rest of the day off was none other than Shiro's manager who had called him earlier when he was on the roof speaking with the other male and female.

Shrugging his shoulders to his manager, Shiro had only nodded his head before making his way to the back room and grabbing his belongings before leaving the cafe. Making sure to give a wave to his co-workers before he had left, the purple haired male had began to make his way down the sidewalk as he progressed to make his way home. While walking down the sidewalk, he had reached into his pocket to pull out the paper that had Alison's number on it. Staring down at the paper the entire time as he made his way down the sidewalk, he questioned himself on whether or not he should give the thought of calling her a try. A sparring session date; is what she considered it. Strange indeed. It was true that he was athletic enough to know how to fight but turning that into a date, the thought of it made him clench down onto the paper slightly in thoughts of even dating another woman to begin with.

Shaking his head to try and forget his memories, Shiro had folded the piece of paper before tucking it back into his pocket and stopping half way towards his home. He had completely forgotten what he had said he was going to do after leaving his job today, he was going to head to his favorite spot in the woods. Quickly turning around, he immediately bolted his way down the sidewalk and rushed in between two buildings as he dodged left and right pass trashcans and other debris that scattered the alleyway floor. As he ran through one alleyway after the next, coming to a halt at one of them due to a group of thugs stepping out with each one of them holding some sort of melee weapon in their hands. Shiro had only given a blank stare to each of them.

"Well well well, looks like it's one of those little cafe little boys. Hey, you make plenty of money don't you..why don't you share some of that loot with us?" One of the thugs that held a spiked bat with splatters of blood at the spikes patted the bat on his hand a couple of times spoke up first. Staring at the males in silence the whole time, Shiro was in no mood to be dealing with thugs at this time; he had been going through horrible memories nearly the whole morning and now this. All Shiro had wanted to do now was just go to his spot that he hadn't seen in forever and relax his mind and body. "Hey! Didn't you hear him?!..he told you to give us your fucking money you--" Right as one of the other males who held a switchblade in his hand began to step up to Shiro in a threatening tone of voice, he had reached out to grab Shiro by his shirt only to have his wrist stopped by the purple haired male. "Don't you dare...touch me." His voice was low and much more deep than how he was speaking earlier within the cafe and even when he was on the roof. It was more than obvious enough that Shiro was in no mood.

Getting his wrist caught, the thug had tried using his hand with the switchblade to slash at him only to have him completely miss due to Shiro ducking the slash and punching the male straight into the gut. Seeing that one of their allies was attacked, the others had wasted no time to all charge at once; each one swinging their weapons towards him and each one missing if not being countered with ease as Shiro made sure to cause each one of the thugs intense pain in their pressure points before leaving them on the floor. "Now get out of here..." Were the last words that came from the male; while each thug had stumbled themselves to get back up to their feet, they did their best to escape the alleyway but making sure to curse at Shiro before they left. Obviously enough, those threats were all ignored by the purple haired male as he began to continue his way down the alley. His hair by this point had been dropped out of it's ponytail and now was completely flatten against his back with multiple strands just hanging over his face.