The sun sunk lower toward the horizon, filling the sky with a orange glow. Perhaps nature's warning for those who were unfit for the night life to return indoors. Not the kind you were used to if you were before 2012.<br/><br/>Isana collected the saucers from the basin of hot water, the warm steam still rolling off their white surfaces, and noting how low the sun is before setting the entire stack onto the kitchen table. The kitchen was clean, little water was collected for the duration of the day, their cooks had taken extra care not to create a mess in the kitchen. She glanced around to see if there was anything left as she filled the cabinet with the saucers, nothing. She exited the kitchen, wiping her hands on a paper towel. She stood now, in the cafe, where the customers would have been, the chairs were stacked on the tables, the floors already sweeped and mopped. She turned back into the kitchen, moving toward the staff lockers to get her sling bag, a black bag with a single stripe across the side. She entered the toilet to change out of her work clothes into something more comfortable.<br/><br/>Her work clothes folded and stored in a ziplock bag with her name on it, she placed them onto a rack where all the staff's uniforms were hung. She left the kitchen, waving goodbye to those who remained. There was a hunt today, she needed to eat, as did the others who were coming along. She left the bounds of the cafe, moving towards a cluster of cushioned chairs which dotted the library. She was to meet the others there. She plopped into the seat and opened the bag. There was a bottle of mineral water, and another ziplock bag containing her mask. She raised her hood over her head and leaned back twiddling her thumbs as she waited for the rest to arrive.