She isn’t the usual type that comes into this kind of store. Her clothing is drab in browns, dark reds, and blacks. Her posture is standoffish. Indeed, she seems fairly unimpressed and unamused by the surroundings. In fact, the only thing she may have in common with other costumers is a few piercings. A silver nasal septum piercing, a silver barbell over the right eye, a lip piercing on the left edge of her mouth.

She pokes at a few things around the store, a little awkwardly, as if not looking for anything in particular. Her eyes narrow as she sees a small bullet hole in one of the walls of the store. She stares at it for a few moments before moving up the counter. She asks whoever is standing at the front desk, “Hey, I was wondering if someone here could help me. I’m looking for someone,” she says. Her voice is rough, but carries authority.

Chriselle opens the door to the books store. 'Such a very silly name for a book store,' she thought to herself, "But it is perfect for it, this store is beautiful.' As she walks into the main area of the store, she she sees wall to floor, stacks of books. She smiles softly to herself as she runs her finger tips along the spines of the books. Suddenly her senses are filled with the warm aroma of food coming from the cafe, and she turns to walk in that direction. Slowly looking at the people around the cafe, Chriselle gathers and observes the people. Finding the room peaceful enough, she walks up to the counter. "Hello", she says in a semi-soft voice, "My I have a menu to see?"

Everything seemed to be back to normal. The shop was almost fully repaired, Setsumi was forced back into the ridiculously skimpy Lolita-style cosplays and the store full of customers. It was almost sad how quick business picked up ever sense the day David played cowboy with a crazy cracked out business looking man. Customer after customer would try and find the 'bullet' holes that Mr. Moon so desperately tried to hide with pictures and books. Poor old man, he really didn't know how to deal with a little fame.

With a sigh of boredom Setsumi lounged behind the counter dazed within her own thoughts. Only to be pulled back in reality when a woman approached and asked a strange question. A brow arched as she tilted her head to one side. " I might be able to help. What is the name? " Setsumi asked, still smiling like a good sales person. Her attention then pulled over to another young woman customer whom asked for a menu. " Oh yes, here you are dear. " Setsumi reached under the counter pulling out a menu and handing it to Chriselle. A big smile still plastered across her milk white cheeks.

(( Sorry a little brain dead. lol ))

The woman seems to look on edge when the red-haired girl walks besides her. If looks could kill, that girl would be dead a million times over. She turns her attention back to the sales girl. “On the 25th, a man came in here. One of the sales associates and him seemed to talk for a bit before the altercation happened. I don’t know what he is going by these days, but Yinko or the Wraith of Barton would be what he used to be.” She takes out what appears to be an Interpol badge from her jacket. The name on it is Amna Kouri. “If you could answer a few questions, I’ll only take a few moments of your time.”

With the glare of the woman beside her, Chriselle's face turned red. Slowly she backed away from the front desk, and turned to the cafe.Smelling the breads and the soups, she smiled and was about to go into the cafe when a gem necklace caught her eye. Reaching for it she hears a slight crash behind her. Turning around quickly she see a pile of books flying up into the air, before crashing back to the ground. Confusion arising,all Chriselle makes out are a pair of feet trying to move out from under the small pile of books.