What an awful meal that was.

An old man sat in the dimly lit, quaint restaurant, his weathered hands cradling the bowl of steaming ramen. The aroma of the broth filled the air, carrying with it memories of countless meals served in this timeless establishment.

As he slurped the noodles with practiced precision, he couldn't help but reminisce about the countless moments he had spent here over the years. This old restaurant had been a constant in his life, a place of solace and comfort during both joyous and challenging times.

"You still come here every so often, I see."

A person suddenly occupied the previously empty wooden chair across from the old man. The latter glanced up at the man, recognizing that gentle smile paired with a pair of menacing eyes.

Dragon.