The fresh brew of coffee and a sweet smell lingered in the little yet homey bookstore as a young man sat on a couch, reading a book. "Time has killed me too many times to even count," the man closed his brown eyes," but I will not bow down to it, I will continue." Ding A puff of steamy smoke came from the hot coffee and the man simple glanced at the door then once again at his book. (This summary was far from the original idea O_O)