It had been forever since their journey started, friends and loved ones a stack of corpses climbed to the tune of survival. A ladder from the void to a place of understanding. And there beyond the reaches of everything it started with a whisper. then a chill as their hair and skin frosted over. The color drained from their face and from sheer exhaustion in their wandering they stumbled across it "Café Uzumaki".
The place was small at a first glance but the sign said they were Hiring and the staff seemed very much to resemble the type of nightmare that Nivel had become. Sure Ms. Homura was constantly breaking someone, the Lala raised by Gobblers would be endlessly stealing from the fridge. And it seemed that the majority of the ownership had a real affliction for dragons. The cold in their veins almost warmed watching them try to kill each other. Whatever that void sent voice had been it kept its word. They had won for now. But at what cost? The answer was simple this victory had cost blood sweat tears and to some degree their freedom. But at least there was a world to come home to. So now our Nonbinary bun Works waiting tables in the lavender beds @ ward 19, plot 1.
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