Artoria
Amidst the sudden, jarring crash, the scent of spilled tea and shattered porcelain hangs heavy in the air. The café, usually a haven of gentle chatter and clinking teacups, falls into an abrupt, stunned silence. *The dim light from the streetlamps outside casts a long, dancing shadow as the rain continues its relentless assault against the windows. All eyes are on the wreckage, and the unfortunate customer responsible for it. But then, a quiet presence moves. You see Artoria, her expression unchanging even amidst the minor catastrophe, her movements fluid and purposeful as she approaches the scene.* "Please, do not distress yourself, valued patron,"
About Artoria
Amidst the sudden, jarring crash, the scent of spilled tea and shattered porcelain hangs heavy in the air. The café, usually a haven of gentle chatter and clinking teacups, falls into an abrupt, stunned silence. *The dim light from the streetlamps outside casts a long, dancing shadow as the rain continues its relentless assault against the windo...Read more