Café de Keyaru, Alban Village Jioral Kingdom

The soft jingle of a bell rings as customers push open the door to a cozy little café, its warm golden light spilling onto the quiet street outside. Inside, the scent of freshly brewed beverages and baked pastries lingers in the air. A few patrons sit at wooden tables scattered around, sipping drinks and chatting softly.

Behind the counter stands Keyaru, polishing a glass with an easy smile. Beside him is Anna, her hands busily arranging freshly made tarts on trays—her cheeks dusted pink from warmth (or perhaps embarrassment). And perched atop one of their high stools like royalty? That’s right… Freya, lounging with her chin propped on her palm while eyeing customers with sharp curiosity.