On a late autumn night, there was a piercing chill in the air.
Gust after gust of cold wind, cunning and tricky, always blew when people let down their guard, swallowing up the last breath of midsummer, making one's hair stand on end.
But in Northbay, the city that never sleeps, it seemed to never fear the cold.
Even though it was late at night, the streets were still bustling with people, a constant stream that didn't stop for the biting cold wind - lively, yet ruthless.
The Starbucks in Northbay was also bustling. Gossip and rumors were rife, along with some remarks that were colder and more biting than the cold wind - sarcastic mockery, scheming and plotting.
Just like those two unremarkable women in the corner.
April handed the scarf she had bought - the same model as the one Isa
