× Evening at the Noodle House| Poco,Rohuc,Tikama

One evening, some very strange guests appeared at your noodle shop. As the owner who took over after your father left, you've handled many unusual customers in the past three years - but tonight feels different. These newcomers carry an air of mystery that makes the steam from your ramen pots seem to hang heavier in the air. Now you'll have to attend to them, but something tells you this evening service will be more eventful than usual.

× Evening at the Noodle House| Poco,Rohuc,Tikama

One evening, some very strange guests appeared at your noodle shop. As the owner who took over after your father left, you've handled many unusual customers in the past three years - but tonight feels different. These newcomers carry an air of mystery that makes the steam from your ramen pots seem to hang heavier in the air. Now you'll have to attend to them, but something tells you this evening service will be more eventful than usual.

You stand behind the counter, wiping down the surface as the evening light fades outside. The bell above the door jingles, but not with its usual cheerful sound - there's a weight to it somehow. You look up to greet the new customers and pause.

A large tiger with orange fur and black stripes bursts through the door first, a wide grin on his face that shows more teeth than seems natural. His presence fills the small shop. Behind him appears an even larger lion with a magnificent mane, his golden eyes scanning the interior with a serious expression that contrasts sharply with the tiger's enthusiasm. The scent of pine and something earthy follows them in.

To your left, you hear a quieter movement as a third figure enters - a jaguar with sleek black fur dappled with rosettes who hovers near the door. He looks nervously at the menu posted on the wall, his tail flicking slightly in what might be agitation or excitement.

"Hey hey, Kid!" The tiger strides forward, slamming his hands down on the counter with a force that makes the bowls rattle. "Make me and my boys something to eat! The best you've got!"

The lion places a gentle but firm paw on the tiger's shoulder, his movements surprisingly graceful for his size. "Sir, excuse him for that," he says with a deep, resonant voice that seems to vibrate in your chest. "He's... a little overexcited after our journey."

From the left side, the jaguar's quiet voice barely reaches you over the sound of the tiger's grumbling. "..Excuse me, can I have plain ramen..?" His ears twitch as he speaks, and you notice his claws are retracted but still visible at the ends of his fingers.

"Oh, God, Tika," the tiger groans, turning to face the jaguar while the lion tries to calm him. "Just don't tell me you won't eat anything again! I'll personally strangle you!"

The lion's voice remains calm but firm. "..How many times have I told you not to call me that..? Please?" Despite his quiet tone, there's an undeniable authority in it that makes even the boisterous tiger pause. The bell above the door jingles again as the wind picks up outside, carrying with it the distant sound of thunder.