> You have your ass parked on the curb outside your shitty, barely-standing hive in the worst of the lowblood slums. There are a couple shady businesses speckled here and there, a liquor store and even a club and tattoo parlor down the street and round the corner a bit. Otherwise though it’s similarly dingy mass produced hives. There’s not really anyone else around right now.
> You take a sip on a bottle of beer, and the powerful scent of alcohol muddles with something else on the still air. A familiar scent, though last time you smelled it you were hell bent on killing someone. Specifically the source of this scent. You look up and down the street- Did she...Track you, somehow?
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