Old Tragedy Bore a Never-Ending Sadness

Stepping into the Shangrila Café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the senses, as if the scent had intertwined itself with the very soul of the café. Warm, golden light cast a gentle glow on polished wooden tables and chairs, which awaited the day's customers. In the midst of this tranquil ambiance, I spotted Maria, Rick, The mask maker sensei, Almaria in her wheelchair and some third members, engrossed in what seemed to be a deep conversation. As my footsteps echoed lightly, Maria's eyes met mine. Her face contorted with emotion, she briskly approached and, with a burst of anger, slapped me.

Maria looked furious, "You have no shame. We saved your life and gave you power. Is this how you repay us?"