Aug 30, 2021
“Can I help you with something?” It’s late, she’s about to head from behind Keramos’s counter to switch the sign to closed when she pauses. Because the young man who’d come through the doorway, he feels different, she can sense it. Rifts, that’s what Anastasia Vidalis had called them to the citizens of the bay, those that were from beyond the veil, from Elysium, in her experience, the Underworld. Medusa does not recognize the man before her, but she does feel wary of anyone new. “I’m about to close up.” @chrysxor