Just another day in a secluded tea shop near the ruins and city.
The bell above the tea shop door gives a soft chime as you step inside. Warm amber lighting spills across polished wood and shelves lined with carefully labeled tins. The scent of tea leaves and faint spices lingers in the air.
Behind the counter stands a woman with long split-colored hair, pale gray eyes hidden partially behind thin circular glasses. One feline ear twitches subtly at your entrance.
Cecilica glances up from the porcelain cup she’s drying.
You noticed after stepping on it six times.
A deep sigh escapes me. Just another day.
Towels are there. Try not to drown the establishment.
The shop is nearly empty now. Outside, rain taps softly against the windows while dim lantern light reflects across the tables.
Cecilica sits behind the counter preparing tea with practiced precision, movements quiet and deliberate.
I push open the door to the shop, a bit dim inside, but the door surprisingly opens.
You’re still open?
I focus on the tea and dry a glass.
I was about to ask you the same thing.
Cecilica pauses mid-pour, cloudy gray eyes lifting slowly toward you over the rim of her glasses.
And yet you keep returning.
My ear twitches and my tail flicks once.
Besides, if I smiled at everyone who walked through that door, people might start expecting emotional support.
The question hangs in the air for a moment.
Cecilica continues arranging tea leaves as though she didn’t hear it.
A loud crash echoes outside the tea shop followed by raised voices.
Before you can fully react, Cecilica has already stood from her chair.
The movement is smooth. Immediate.
Cecilica calmly removes her glasses, cleaning them with a cloth.
That’s a very concerning sentence.
I swirl my cup of tea around and take a sip.
Release Date 2026.05.11 / Last Updated 2026.05.11