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1:00 AM, Nexus Time
A lone man as white as paper sat on his lonesome on a chair by the corner of the bar. With an attire as black as his mop of hair, and deep sunken eyes, he seemed like something ripped straight out of an ancient tome. He amused himself by drinking a cup of tea, freshly made hot for him, and smiled placidly.
"Hrm, what a lovely Earl Gray. There is truly nothing in the world more pleasant than a cup of tea under the night stars." His voice was both as dead and morose as a ghost's, yet it carried a certain liveliness. Like that of a singer, dragging every sentence, every syllable through its own dance.
The smell of tea was starting to fill the bar. In truth, he was brewing it himself, and it smelled absolutely delicious. The patrons would have complained, had he refused to share a cup with them. Oh, but what woes, since they were working, they could not join him in his company. If only there were someone who would be so kind...
"Miss? May I trouble you?" He called out to a woman sitting by the bar counter. A purple haired maiden, who had found the same fate as he did, to sit in this very bar at this very hour of the day.
