Black Smoke

Grey Moon – Friday (ep. 58)

A spiral of smoke drifted in, bringing a sense of dread into the bar. The trio watched as it moved to the darkest corner of the room and solidified into a red-eyed, spectral figure.

Yuffie let out a long deep sigh. “Two black rums please, Reala.”

Reala poured them with a sense of urgency. Yuffie took them over to the stranger.

“Ex-wife,” said Fuen.

Shivers ran down Fuen and Reala’s spines.