There she ran to the moon lighted alleyway. Her heart beat fast, blood pressure hyperventilated. She might be a runaway from somewhere else. This nymphet seemed to be lost in thoughts. There by the lamp post stood a coffee shop. Inside, a silhouette sitting figure awaits. Every sip dictated the nearing of the nymph.
Suddenly, the door's chimes sang like their head's insanity. A lost soul meeting a devil of liberty!
Pier Cafe at Schicks st. Prologue: The Devil and the Nymph