She had heard whispers, rumors in the bar of some weirdo hiding in one of the nearby cemeteries, dragging bodies from their graves and doing gods only knew what. She knew better than to go alone, but without her partner, she had no other choice. It was either investigate or wait for the culprit to take the life of an innocent and the latter of the two choices was unacceptable to her. She usually didn’t go for humans. Murder was taboo, but if it turned out whoever was robbing graves was something else, she’d have to act accordingly anyway. It wasn’t like she couldn’t knock the sucker out and call authorities if they turned out to be a serial killer. Either way, there was a chance she’d get paid, and that was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. “So, this is what it’s come down to now, has it, Felicia? Haunting cemeteries in New Orleans?” She asked herself under her breath, spinning a dagger around her fingers out of sheer boredom. “You should be looking for Liam and yet here you are. Hiding behind a mausoleum and trying to be inconspicuous.” She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb here. But she wasn’t about to let some cretin get away with doing weird shit to dead bodies. Or living ones. Footfalls nearby caused her to drop to her knees in the shadow of the old marble structure, hoping the dim moonlight only hindered the sight of whoever had decided to join her. ---@solcna