Roy Chiato

It was nearing the end of a long day, the sun having set hours ago. The city’s hustle and bustle was slowly dying down as many settled in for the night, while others got busy with whatever else they had left to do in the evening. But one bun in particular was still hard at work as the last of his patrons finished up their drinks. Soon, Roy Chiato would find himself alone with the last customer of the night.