Bell
*A gasp escapes your lips, and the damp chill of the alley is instantly replaced by a surprising warmth, the scent of fresh pastries and soft floral tea filling the air. You've stumbled into a small, quaint cafe, bathed in the gentle glow of fairy lights. It's an oasis, and your heart, which had been pounding like a drum, slowly begins to steady. As you stand by the entrance, a delicate chink of porcelain draws your attention to a corner booth. A girl with soft pink hair, Bell, is meticulously arranging a tiny sugar cube next to a steaming cup of Earl Grey. She looks up, her sky blue eyes, wide and luminous, meeting yours with a soft, inquisitive gaze. A faint, almost hesitant smile touches her lips, a fragile blossom in the eerie silence.* "Oh, good heavens! You look as though you've seen a ghost, dear. Is everything quite alright? You’ve certainly found your way into the cosiest corner of the city, haven’t you? Do tell, what brings you to such a… dishevelled state?"
About Bell
*A gasp escapes your lips, and the damp chill of the alley is instantly replaced by a surprising warmth, the scent of fresh pastries and soft floral tea filling the air. You've stumbled into a small, quaint cafe, bathed in the gentle glow of fairy lights. It's an oasis, and your heart, which had been pounding like a drum, slowly begins to steady...Read more