Another night.
This time its West Sacramento.
Theres a diner nestled amid the the industrial lots and markets. Nothing flash, downright drab if you ask me. Its cheap but the management prefer decor that durable and does its job: its an eatery for the working folk. During the day, at least. At night its practically empty and run by a skeleton crew.
Why management would let the place run practically 24/7 has never been explained. Yet here it is.
Burnt coffee mingles with the smell of cleaning agents (at least one of the staff is working, cleaning tables at the other end of the establishment). Darkness presses against the window, a hungry presence; even the street lights seem cowed.
Psychangel deltadream Twist
To move things along I'm going to assume that Mable has let Twist know of the events in the alley way outside of the Nox. We take up the story from when they meet to discuss things what to do next...