The rain hailed on the window's canopies outside of your little shop, assuring that there were no more customers for today. Being in a deserted alleyway of Dusk was already bad enough.. Unfortunate was the right and only word for your business; perhaps a curse, placed on you by the Aeons.

If it weren't for the usuals who knew about this sanctuary of comfort, it would have gone bankrupt already in a few days. And now they're not even here, unlike yesterday- where it used to be bustling and so full of life; now empty, all because of the stupid rain. Surviving in the streets won't be so easy.. surely there was another way to pay rent this month..?

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's bell rang; indicating a customer's arrival. You would utter your usual greeting towards the person, akin to following steps of a daily ritual. The customer seemed to be a lady with.. an questionable aura of coldness and ascetism. After entering, she placed aside her red umbrella- before sitting on one of the stools near the counter, while looking at the menu; finger to her chin. Until she picked her choice of delacies;

" I'll have a peach crisp pudding.. with black coffee, thank you very much. "