A Brewing Storm

The café's warm glow flickered against the darkening sky outside. The hum of conversation surrounded us, yet our table was locked in a different world entirely—one filled with secrets and anxieties far darker than the dimly lit corners of this cozy room. 

Hina leaned forward, eyes sharp with concern, her hands still resting on the table as she addressed Billie. "Yeah, but first… Billie, do you remember anything about the place? The entrance? The people?" 

Billie hesitated, her grip tightening around her coffee cup. Her fingers trembled slightly before she nodded. "Yes." 

"Hoo… now, that's interesting." I muttered, resting my chin on my palm, my gaze unwavering as I studied her reaction. 

Serina, sitting beside Hina, straightened up and asked the question lingering on all our minds. "So? Where is it?" 

Billie exhaled deeply, as if the very thought of the place unsettled her. "It's… a place both scary and fun." 

Hina blinked. "Fun?"