Several spiral-shaped domains gleamed with mocking intent against the pinkish-orange sky. A alone, hooded Casalyian walked in the shadows, quickly turning down an alleyway. He moved quietly until he spotted a sign and a few tables located beside a door -- the alleyway café he was looking for, he thought to himself. He took a seat at the very first table and turned his attention to intently watching the entrance of the alley.
Another Casalyian, the shop owner, stepped out from the door, holding a cup. Wordlessly, the shop owner placed the cup in front of Terrence.
"It has been a long time, Terrence. Did you get lost on the way here?"
"Of course I did," Terrence replied with a smirk, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
The shopkeeper retreated inside,
