ABCAD02
[BRANCH] THE CAFE AND DINER
[SERVER] I
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[INDEX ID] ABCAD02
[SECURITY] DINER
At least we’re still alive. A few more moments, and I fear we would’ve gone up in quite the Wicked flame. Though, we’re hardly safe where we are now. Phantom will be able to track us to just about any corner of the Universe we try to hide in. I wonder… why did Eve’s pappi send us here? It couldn’t have been Fate—though perhaps the real reason we were sent here is ultimately a Secret.
Yes, our worst fears have come true. The Cold no longer have any barriers to entering our humble Cafe. And while we technically have the right to refuse service, what choice do we have but to serve them? Until their tabs are paid in full, none of us are safe. We’ve been too instrumental in Fate’s plans, and now we’ve outlived our usefulness. In a sense, our Fates are sealed. Unless, of course, we can serve up one hell of a cup of the Cafe and Diner’s finest coffee.
The Debt came due—and then, was seemingly forgiven. Or maybe it was waved off? Forgotten? Or… perhaps it’s only doubled down. Either way, it buys us a few more precious seconds before the darkest hour hits. Not that I think the darkest hour would do us much good at this point. A break can’t fix what’s already broken. Not that it matters. First things first—we need to get our bearings. I believe No. 3 can help with that.
…Would you call this a half-success, though? I’m still on the fence. I utterly detest the thought of failure. And while the Cold finally clawing their way into the Universe is certainly not a victory, we’re all still alive and well—and we no longer have to worry about everything ending abruptly. It gives us time. And that, I’d say, is more than a half-success. It’s a full success.
Yours eternally,
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