The air was still as she stepped off the train. Her neck was stiff. The problems of switching bodies so quickly. The poor woman knew nothing, just happy that someone was taking interest in the mousy visage she portrayed to the world. Manon smiled at the reflection the closing doors cast at her. Tilting her head, the demoness straightened the scarf that she had strategically placed over the efficient slit that had drained the woman’s blood. Lighting a cigarette that she had found on the woman, Manon watched the cloud of smoke lift into the air.
Exhaling, Manon dipped to pick up her case and turned away. The woman felt ‘almost’ sorry that the people on the train had to clean up her little mess. But she was more worried that there had been no one there to greet her. She’d alerted her dearest friend that she would be there, and yet Aerith was no where to be seen. Sighing, she stomped her foot like an unhappy child. Turning to the nearest person, thankfully, she raised her voice. “Hi, yes, hello?” she asked, letting the most sugary sweet smile take her new face. “Do I have to do this myself or is there some way too get a hold of the resort?"
