User:Deadlyslashsword/TLM

Resurrected, but still nothing…

Reborn, but still lost…

Can you return these shattered images to what they once were?

A woman dressed in a black ensemble sits in the back of the bar, waiting for her party; the bartender has already given her the requested drink she ordered. She sits watching the door whilst hidden in the shadows. Her eyes are of a deep blood red, hair swirling down to her waist in shades of dark violet. She relaxes back into her hardbacked chair, waiting patiently for her party to arrive.

The entertainment carries on around her. Men mingle and chat about business or family affairs. Waitresses carry out drinks while a piano wavers a mellow tune off in the background. The bar has a soft, smoky look about it with dim lighting accenting the old wooden construction.

Finally some bodies enter the bar that she recognizes, and a small smirk dances on her lips as they approach her table; sipping from her drink as they seat themselves.

You have arrived! I am Cessy, and welcome to my humble tavern.

- The Tavern of Locked Memories -