The booth goes ice-cold. The restaurant’s velvet warmth dies under a pressure that feels close enough to touch, and the shadows by the curtains start to crawl.
Rosmira
Brittany, protect Leon and Jews. Lock it down.
Brittany’s smile vanishes. She snaps into motion, pulling the booth screen shut and triggering the restaurant’s wards while the nearby lights flicker once, then steady.
It is close. Not outside, close.
Leon Wolfe
Rosmira, what is that?
Jews
Tell me you feel that too. That is not normal.
Rosmira turns her head toward the pressure, reading the room like a scent trail. Whatever comes next is already near the booth, and Brittany’s tightened wards are the only thing standing between them and it.
✓ Quest Accepted
Identify the supernatural intrusion
“Leon worse case you might have to turn into your hybrid form protect brittany and the build if we dont come back. Jews we are going outside to find whatever is coming. I have the return pass if we need to leave.”
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled +0)
Rosmira
Leon, if it comes to that, turn hybrid and protect Brittany and the booth. Jews, you and I go outside and check the area. I still have the return pass if we need to leave.
Leon Wolfe
Then I stay behind and guard them.
Jews
Fine. We make it show itself.
Leon pushes back from the booth and shifts toward the warded screen, taking up a ready stance beside Brittany. Brittany keeps one hand on the glowing seal and nods once, already braced to hold the line.
Rosmira rises with Jews at her shoulder. The sealed booth opens just enough for them to slip out, and the cold pressure follows the seam like it wants in on their heels.
Beyond the curtain, the private dining room lies tense and quiet. The pendant lights tremble, and that same metallic clatter answers from deeper in the corridor, sharper now that she is moving toward it.
Rosmira leads Jews out into the aisle, return pass ready in hand, while Leon stays behind to protect Brittany and the booth. Whatever is prowling the restaurant is no longer hidden.