WHEN: Tuesday, 1 June, 1980; around 1:02am WHERE: Above Tattwho, Cardiff WHO: A.J. Runcorn & Cleo Nguyen ( @nguyencleo )
A simple job, is what A.J.’s contact called it. Quick, easy, and would give them enough time to sleep at least a few hours before a shift at St. Mungo’s the next day—and A.J. certainly was in no place to turn away an opportunity for cash, not with the tuition for their residency piling up. They almost laughed at their contact’s words now, standing in front of Cleo’s door with blood pooling from the side of their stomach, only their hand and some cloth blocking it. Their legs wobbled, knees felt weak, but A.J. did not let worry cloud their judgement for they knew how to heal themself, they just needed a safe space. Somewhere free from prying eyes, like the Commons.