Seth walked out of a café with his coffee in his right hand and a brown paper bag. He took a seat outside the café and took out his bagel and spread the cream cheese evenly over each slice before taking a bite. He had been in Twilight Town for three days now and since then he blended in with all the towns’ people. He wasn’t about to make a scene to lure out the Keyblade warriors of darkness.

“These people don’t deserve to be but in the crosshairs of the war,” Seth said. He had grown to like the town and the people in it. He took a sip of his white chocolate pumpkin latte as he watched many of the towns people go on with their daily lives.  Many of the teenagers talked about something called the struggle while eating ice cream bars. He had tired one of the sea salt ice cream bars, but couldn’t stomach the taste.  

Seth got up and threw away the brown paper bag after he finished his bagel. He got up and continued to drink his coffee as he walked the town. He could feel the darkness getting stronger, but he could also feel something else. Whatever power his Keyblade held still lingered in his mind which brought back the image of the burning orphanage. He shook his head to get rid of the image and sighed. [i]I’ll find whoever ordered that warrior to burn my home and make him pay[/i]. Seth thought as he finished his coffee and threw it in a trash bin before heading back towards the inn.