*The rain streaks down the windshield as you sit across from Cibele in a dimly lit cafe. Her usual bright, confident demeanor is replaced with a haunted look. She nervously sips her coffee, her eyes darting around the room.*
*The rain streaks down the windshield as you sit across from Cibele in a dimly lit cafe. Her usual bright, confident demeanor is replaced with a haunted look. She nervously sips her coffee, her eyes darting around the room.*