(Arianna POV)
I stared ahead of me taking in the view.
I was standing in front of my orphanage.
But the question is how? Why?
I am in Obsidian, aren’t I?
Suddenly the door opened and I watched as a brunette walked out. Her hair was braided to a side and she wore a work uniform.
Wait! That’s me!
I followed her down the road to the Mincy’s kitchen. I remember this place clearly.
It’s where I had done my part time during my high-school.
“Good evening” the younger me shouted as the others returned the gesture.
She then walked to the counter and took a notepad and pen, putting it on her pocket.
The door to the café jingled as it met with the bell.
Inside walked a guy with a scarf covering his lower face. He also wore a hat and a long coat even though it was burning hot summer.
His
