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 her. 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.
Release Date 2026.05.11 / Last Updated 2026.07.09