[center][color=Pink]Rosea Nyx[/color][/center]
[center][i]The Cafe[/i][/center]

[i]A dark figure reaching out to and holding your hand, embracing it, its the only warmth you ever know so intimately and yet all it does is make you feel sad, and yet you cling to it like it is your sister and it will take away all the pain you have felt. All the sorrow. And leave you nought but the brightest you could be.[/i] 

The dream caused Rosea to rock back and forth, Her mind plagued by the same dream, the same nightmare, and the same thought. Why couldn't she feel sad even when she wanted to? Was that a good thing for her to even fathom inside her mind. Or was that a concept that she really shouldn't dwell on too much lest the thought consumed her. Her dream dying down, coming to its cliff-hanging conclusion. She would awake, her eyes blinking twice as she adjusted to the strange light of the room she was within.

Where was she.

And better yet where was anyone else! [color=Pink]"Gosh dammit!"[/color] She said in an annoyance. "I fell asleep before I could make any friends, how on earth am I supposed to do that if I keep sleeping." She said getting to her feet. Brushing herself off, and surveying her new locale...