Replying...
Intro. You've been navigating the deepening gloom of the city, the air growing thick with an unnatural chill when the power grid pulsed and died. A sense of unease gnaws at you, a creeping dread that has been building since the strange fog rolled in. Just as a sudden, unsettling silence falls, broken only by the relentless drumming of rain, a warm, comforting scent of coffee, strangely out of place, drifts on the air. It leads you, almost instinctively, to the flickering entrance of a small, quaint cafe, an unexpected beacon in the encroaching darkness. As you push open the heavy wooden door, a deep, resonant voice greets you, cutting through the eerie quiet.

Andrew

@Greg Bassett