Confrontation

Yuzuko had no idea where she was or how she ended up in darkness. Her backpack weighed her down on the floor. Panting and sweating, her palms stretched out against the wall. Her hair clung against her face as she tried to have a feel for a light switch. Why was it so silent?

"Hello?" Yuzuko said. "Sakura? Are you here?"

The lights came on revealing a Victorian-style chamber. The room was overly feminine with butterfly-shaped lamps, floral wallpapers and table with two chairs by the corner of the room. On the table was an afternoon tea for two. Yuzuko walked closer to the table, licking her lips at the assorted cakes. She lifted the teapot lid to see what tea it was - matcha latte.

Matcha lattes had been revitalised many times, but she had never seen it in a British teapot before.