A dark figure loomed over the entrance to the cafe. After a moment's hesitation, the figure walked into the said cafe, taking careful and silent steps. Upon going inside, it was clear that the figure was none other then a girl; or, to be more precise, the new student Gen. She had her usual attire, a black short-sleeved hoodie and a white shirt, dark pants and sneakers. She had her mirrored glasses on, too; she wore it to unfamiliar places, mainly so that people don't start freaking out or ask the same dull questions about her eyes.
Finding an empty table nearby, she sat down, her mostly-black hair swaying as she bowed her head to look at the piece of paper in her hand. After reading the words on the paper for the upteenth time, she turned her attention instead to her surroundings; this seemed to be a cafe, more or less. Well, might as well order something while she was here. As if the waitors here were a mind reader, one of them popped up nearby; his handsome features looked well with the cafe uniform he had on, and for a moment Gen forgot the worry she had. Her lips curled to a smile as she spoke.
"Can I get a glass of lemonade and some cookies please?" The waitor answered a reply with a bright tone, and went away to pass on her order. As he did so, the smile on Gen's face diminished, remembering her current situation. With a soft sigh, she tried to relax and convince herself it was inevitable that she got lost in this new environment and missed her very first class in the academy. When that didn't work though, she tried a different approach; taking a deep breath, she half-closed her eyes and listened. To others, it would look like she was staring down at the table or perhaps as if she was nodding off while sitting
Every corner of the world had traces of those who has passed away. These spirits tend to linger in the world for a while before eventually drifting off to wherever they are supposed to go after their lives are over. Some sticks to the places they died in, but in most cases the spirits will wander around the memorable places of their lifetime. While it wasn't possible for people to interact with these spirits, Gen was one of the very few who can. Well, it wasn't exactly an interaction in her case yet, as she has only managed to listen rather than communicate so far.
The cafe was quite peaceful and silent, mainly due to having little to no customers around. The silence was soon dispelled in Gen's ears, a new noise coming into her hearing range; at first, it was just incoherent mumblings. As she focused more, these mumblings became short words and sentences. They still didn't make much sense most of the time to Gen; she was still inexperienced, and in building like these, it was usually the human spirit which lingers; the human spirit has the tendency to be secretive to strangers, making it harder to understand. In any case, the few wisps of words that she caught were often the names of the cafe's menu; different kinds of coffees and cakes, cookies and meals. Some of them whispered names that were not on the list, which Gen assumed were past orders which are now no longer made. They sure weren't exciting whispers, but even so, Gen enjoyed hearing them; it was like a code that the spirits were trying to hide, or something.
Finding an empty table nearby, she sat down, her mostly-black hair swaying as she bowed her head to look at the piece of paper in her hand. After reading the words on the paper for the upteenth time, she turned her attention instead to her surroundings; this seemed to be a cafe, more or less. Well, might as well order something while she was here. As if the waitors here were a mind reader, one of them popped up nearby; his handsome features looked well with the cafe uniform he had on, and for a moment Gen forgot the worry she had. Her lips curled to a smile as she spoke.
"Can I get a glass of lemonade and some cookies please?" The waitor answered a reply with a bright tone, and went away to pass on her order. As he did so, the smile on Gen's face diminished, remembering her current situation. With a soft sigh, she tried to relax and convince herself it was inevitable that she got lost in this new environment and missed her very first class in the academy. When that didn't work though, she tried a different approach; taking a deep breath, she half-closed her eyes and listened. To others, it would look like she was staring down at the table or perhaps as if she was nodding off while sitting
Every corner of the world had traces of those who has passed away. These spirits tend to linger in the world for a while before eventually drifting off to wherever they are supposed to go after their lives are over. Some sticks to the places they died in, but in most cases the spirits will wander around the memorable places of their lifetime. While it wasn't possible for people to interact with these spirits, Gen was one of the very few who can. Well, it wasn't exactly an interaction in her case yet, as she has only managed to listen rather than communicate so far.
The cafe was quite peaceful and silent, mainly due to having little to no customers around. The silence was soon dispelled in Gen's ears, a new noise coming into her hearing range; at first, it was just incoherent mumblings. As she focused more, these mumblings became short words and sentences. They still didn't make much sense most of the time to Gen; she was still inexperienced, and in building like these, it was usually the human spirit which lingers; the human spirit has the tendency to be secretive to strangers, making it harder to understand. In any case, the few wisps of words that she caught were often the names of the cafe's menu; different kinds of coffees and cakes, cookies and meals. Some of them whispered names that were not on the list, which Gen assumed were past orders which are now no longer made. They sure weren't exciting whispers, but even so, Gen enjoyed hearing them; it was like a code that the spirits were trying to hide, or something.