Aziz's step died instantly when he saw a woman standing in front of an antique typewriter inside the cafe. Aziz was surprised because there was no one in the dining room of this cafe just now except himself alone. He glanced at the entrance. The bell on the door will definitely ring every time the door is opened. But, he didn't hear anything just now. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Our cafe is not open yet. ” Aziz tried to scold. The woman was silent, there was no reaction. At the same time, the antique typewriter suddenly typed on its own, making Aziz startled and his attention was diverted to the typewriter. FREE ME, AZIZ.