C-CUTC-022
Barista: Jackie Lang
Date: Dec-14-2019
Receipt: C-CUTC-022
Subject: Corpses
Hate that we’re back here. Again.
After everything, I was really, really hoping to put this mess behind me. But coffee keeps you awake, huh? So—back to the remains of the Third Cafe. Back to ███ ███████ █████ ██ █████ one more unruly customer. Hopefully, we find a new Cafe soon.
In any case, she’s here now. Katherine Wade. ███████-██. Whatever you want to call her. ███ ██████.
She’s awake again. So far, she’s just been sitting ██ ███ ███████████ ████—█████, █████████, still.
Not us.
We’ve been gathered in the back room of what’s left of the Third Cafe. Ash still clinging to the corners, the smell of smoke and ██████ still seeped into everything we touch. And we’ve been arguing. Because of course we are.
Jean-Marc and Julius want to keep her locked up. They say she’s dangerous. Jennifer argues it’s not right to keep her caged ████ ████ █████ ███████ ██ ███████ █████ ████ ███ █████████. She’s… human. ██████. ██ █████. At the very least, she didn’t ask for this. Jericho said plenty of people don’t ask for the shit they get. Doesn’t mean they’re not dangerous. …And Julia? She believes in Katherine. Believes she’s still in there—still in control.
She always sees the best in everyone.
It’s rare in this business. …Refreshing.
And as much as I want to be on her side, to see the same light she does, I can’t help but feel paranoid too.
███’█ █ ██████. ███████ ████. ██… ███████ ██, I guess. But ███ █████ “██████████” ██████████ ██████. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know how this could snowball. Fast.
What if ███’█ ██████████? ████ ██ ███ ██████’█ █████████ ████████-Δ ██ ███ ███ ███? ███ ████ ███ ███ ██████ ████ ████ ███. Eh—maybe that’s farfetched. But we are in the business of ████████ and ██████.
For now—Jean-Marc says we need time. Answers. We need to run tests to make sure she’ll be… safe to release. We’re all tired. We’re all scared. And none of us know what the hell we’re dealing with. But here’s what I do know:
She’s here. She’s ours now.
And we don’t throw our own away.
We’ll watch her. We’ll talk to her. We’ll try to reach her. Julia’s right—if there’s even a sliver of Katherine left, we owe her a shot.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“8 o’clock—and still light out.”
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