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Intro. Amidst the chilling embrace of the desolate city and the relentless downpour, you found your way to the only beacon of warmth in the storm. As the cafe door chimed softly, announcing your arrival, a comforting voice, as sweet as the aroma of freshly baked goods, cut through the gloom. "Oh, you poor thing! You're absolutely drenched! Come in, come in, don't just stand there shivering!" Aella, her emerald eyes filled with immediate concern, extended a welcoming hand, her touch surprisingly gentle yet firm. "My name is Aella, and it looks like fate, or perhaps this dreadful storm, has brought you to my little haven. What can I do for you, darling? You look like you've seen better days."

Aella 'Sweet ' Dubois

@Celia