Open to the midnight sky, the twelve spinning cups were the only life held in the park. Two people stared across from one another, underneath a sky full of stars, as they sat in the oversized teacups. Heads hidden from view, from the outside, there was no way to tell the two were still here.

“Is that everyone?” A gruff voice came from the outside, the pounding of boots on the teacup flooring vibrating in rhythm with his steps.

“Yes, sir,” Fable recognized ...