Pedestrian Street.
San You Bookstore.
Looking into the bookstore window from the street, the store's interior is pitch black, suggesting the shop owner closed early. Even if some reckless wizard picked the lock to sneak in, they'd only find dust-covered tables and chairs and be met with the chilling ambiance between the bookshelves.
But in the eyes of the Yellow Flowered Cat, the scene is completely different.
The orange light fills the house, along with the fire from the red clay stove in the store, dispelling the chill of December. The tables and chairs in the store may not shine bright but are clean and tidy. The shop owner leans on a deck chair, clasping an open "Stiles Manor Mystery Case" over his chest, eyes half-closed, dozing off. The Flower Cat, wearing the owner's black-rimmed glasses, presses its flat face against the window glass, peering out.
Woo...
