The Restaurant

@War Wanarat It's another beautiful day in the city. It's raining cats and dogs and all forms of people ranging from strange to dangerous roam the streets. In the midst of life-threatening chaos, those under the delusion that they can lead a normal life here flock to restaurants such as the one Riley approaches right now. Chapped lips pull into a wide smile when he finally recognises the place. He was here before, just last week. They had broken his plate, but that was okay. Riley wasn't mad at them. In fact, today he was bringing them a present. The short male with dirty blonde hair, made even dirtier by the mudstains that bespeckled his clothes and hair, was clutching a katana to his chest. He wasn't holding it ready to strike, both arms instead crossed in front of his chest and squished the weapon to him. More eye-catching than the blade was his necklace of grenades, each held up with a wire that threaded through the pins of the grenades. With each excited step, they bounced dangerously, threatening to fall and thereby detonate. "Broke my plate but that's okay. The pasta was too heavy. Too heavy pasta. Not good. No no. Imma make the pasta better. No more breaking plates.", he mumbled to himself. Riley pushed open the front door, dirt transferring from his palm onto the handle and stepped inside, each step leaving a dirty souvenir of its own. It took a few seconds for the guests to spot him, and then they began to scream and run to the farthest corner of the restaurant. Much to their confusion, Riley ignored them all and walked into the kitchen. There, he drew the katana from its blade and held it up high above his head, screaming: "PASTAAAA!!" - This wasn't the actual problem though. No, Riley, while completely out of his mind, was far less dangerous crazy than he was sane. The actual problem was where he had taken his loot from. He had spent a few days stalking a man with the katana, waiting for the perfect timing, and then stolen his katana and a few grenades that he'd found in a crate nearby. Unbeknownst to Riley, he had robbed members of the Unnamed and they had followed him to the restaurant using his convenient trail of dirty footsteps. Out front, fresh screams erupted as three scary men barged into the place and opened fire on the poor guests. "Where's my sword?! Hand it over!", one of them yelled angrily. Riley, startled by the gunfire, screamed back: "PASTAAAAAA!!!!"