Cp 1: Hillers

Gina stepped through the soft, white floor. She gently pushed open the rusty, fragile swingdoor. It was warm, despite the cold weather. The place was crowded, as the glacial surroundings brought almost everyone together in this small, warm cabin. Hiller's was a cabin located in the near streets of South Rouldon. Hiller's was named after the founder, Krato Hiller. He is the one who started this place, this small-but-well-knowned place. Everyone in South Rouldon knew about Hiller's, including Aria and Gina, who are regular customers. Gina had been close to Hiller's son, Jais, a regular senior in Irist High.

'Gina!' came a shout from nowhere.
'J!' Gina answered the call without having to know who and where. 'I'm here!'
'Be right there!'

A tall and semi-bearded lad walked toward them. His neatly combed hair glimmered under the baby blue lighting. Aria was stunned for a couple of seconds, dazzled, more likely as this was the first time Aria saw J, not knowing his real name.
'Meet J, Aria!' said Gina, smiling broadly as she tied her arms around J's.
'Err.. Heya..' Aria spoke softly.
'Hey..' J smiled back. 'You came here to drink?'
'Wha.. No, not at all! I don't drink. I came here because of Gina.'
'Oh, that's...awesome,' J looked at Gina. 'Why not we sit over there?'
'Okay,' Gina was happy as ever. 'If Aria don't mind..'
'Oh, no, no.. I can take care of myself. You two go on ahead,' Aria forced a smile.
'But-'
'Alright!' Gina winked at Aria. 'Thanks Aria!'
Gina dragged J across the room and chose a table in the corner.
'Sigh... Guess I'm all alone again..'

Aria walked around the building, squeezing her way through the crowded room. Suddenly, Aria saw a room behind the plastered wall where Mr. Hiller hangs his paintings. Aria looked at the paintings. There was nearly ten of them, but only two caught Aria's eyes. One was a gigantic cross nailed on a triangular building, more like a church. The cross was gold in colour, and on top of it was a small statue of a white bird, a dove. Aria then shifted her attention to the other painting. A young girl, carrying a bulky bow, falling off a horse. And behing them were two masked figures carrying blue and black staffs. Aria liked the paintings very much, wondering who could've such a masterpiece.

Aria then approached the room. The room door was wide open, yet no one noticed it. Aria reached out her hand and emerged it into the shadows. It was cold inside.

'That's weird...'

Aria stepped into the room and immediately her jaws fell. Her eyes was fixed onto the view. It wasn't the world she's in now. It was different.