Kydaï glided gracefully and soundlessly up the sign hanging in the Lost Soul's Cafe window. Her cold, ice blue eyes scanned over the words, before bringing her left, pale, palm to the door to push it open lightly. A cool, short breath passed her lips as she entered, shutting the door silently behind her. As she studied the room from under her blood-red cloak's hood which was pulled heavily over her face, a small smirk played on her lips, hidden under a material face mask, sheilding her mouth and nose from the view of strangers. Taking in her surroundings and the people within the café walls, she strolled to the bar counter. She carefully pulls herself into a bar stool, her eyes still taking in every detail of the bar. Crossing her legs, a crease on her forehead pulls her brows together. Her hands reach up to her hood, tugging on it, revealing tosseled and messy almost moonlight coloured hair, which sheens in the dim café light.<br/>Her icy eyes flicker across the bar in search of a barman..