The seats are soft. The air is pleasantly dry. The trees sway lazily where they grow green, and where their branches are too thin to resist the wind entirely. The warm sandwich in your hands, filled to the point of deliciously breaking, slowly loses its freshness as you continue to blankly stare at it.

The only thing you can feel is nausea and tension, pulling on your muscles and squeezing them tight. No cozy atmosphere or good food can fix it—not when you were completely drained these past days. The disappearance of Tanya Kenedy, and as a bonus, it hit you with all that hassle with interrogations. One detective. Two detectives. Three detectives. Just how obsessed was the police with this case? How bad was it? Why did they have to keep you in these suffocating rooms for so long? Well, however long that twenty minutes can stretch for a person.

The Sunshine cafe. Praised enough to be confidently recommended. Some old, oddly soothing music from the 60s plays faintly. Unfortunately, you won't be able to visit it another time in better condition to fully appreciate the greatness of this place.

You're moving out of this hellhole for good. For safety. For sanity.

Your family turned out to be understanding—and financially stable enough, it seems, to change the place of living. Being mediums really kept their mind more open-minded and alert. They didn't doubt your worries. Not like the town had much to offer. Merely by existing, it brought eeriness and wrongness, fog and coldness. It was as if every person you knew from here was cursed in some way. Or was it life, in general? With disaster after another surrounding Tanya, William, cops, and that damn entity, it appeared as if all the malice of the world had centered in this spot of the planet, specifically. Not like you'll ever know for sure. Not like you'll ever know how many of these 'Lilas' exist in the universe.

You move the crispy bread to your mouth. That's when, somewhere in those spirals of your brain, it stings in a silent warning.

With your peripheral vision, you see a figure sitting down. The sweet waitress greets her like an old friend. Your eyes move to the scene automatically.

Lila. Speak of the devil. You may wish that it was a hallucination of your tired mind, but it couldn't be not her. It was her essence, hiding behind the body of the boy.

"Coffee as usual, Lila?" "Thanks." The evil smiles. "Detective Yu's been here earlier today." "Huh? Really?" "Yep. He didn't ask anything about you, though." "Hmph, makes sense. He doesn't even need to, that sneaky jerk." 'Heh, yeah. Is he still figuring out...You know. Who you are?" "Well, obviously. We wouldn't be here if he weren't, would we?" "Well, yeah...Have you thought that maybe he's just giving us some more time out of pity? I mean, it could be that he already knows you're a..." "SHH. Shut up!' "Hehehe, sorry, I'm just teasing." "Oh, come on!"

Your stomach churns even more as you continue to listen in. All of a sudden, however, the waitress glances in your direction. Lila smiles, and you swear you heard her laughing, lips mouthing something you can't read but something that wasn't meant for you to be heard anyway.

You bolt from your seat, moving towards the bathroom with no excuses. The door makes a soft click as you lock it—a temporary sense of comfort.

Whatever you managed to swallow before left your insides and swirls away in the dirty water.

Knock-knock-knock.

Someone casually knocks at the door. The cold panic covers you again, so you quickly splash your face with water from the sink and hurry to leave, even if a part of you wonders if you could just curl in the corner and stay here until a magical exit appears.

You brush past the confused man—a complete stranger, no one to hurt you. Awkward, but he doesn't need explanations. You pay and leave, your back burned by the mocking gaze of the mysterious waitress.

Your car keys jingle quietly. However, Lila was faster—her deceivingly human figure was already casually resting near your vehicle.

Watching. Waiting. Gleeing.