It began one warm summer's day in a small town not too far from the mountains.
A young man walked into the cafe known as the Grimoire.
The woman who owned the place, one named Lyren, sat humbly behind the counter as she poured hot water into a teacup. The dimly lit cafe was like something out of a fantasy, as the gray floor and the ceramic walls made the round building seem strange.
“Excuse me?” the young man asked. “Are you...Lauren?”
“Actually, my name is Lyren.” The strawberry-blonde woman turned to face the young man. The willowy beauty dressed in pink adjusted her glasses before looking at the stranger. “Can I help you?”
“Maybe. I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you know a man named Davis.”
“Hm?” Lyren stopped. “My father's name was Davis, but I don't know any others.”
“That's the thing.” The young man looked down and he seemed nervous.
“What? Do you know something about him?”