✖ ———— A silhouette watches from the top of a fire escape at the poor, unfortunate soul beaten unconscious down in the alleyway. It isn’t an uncommon sight in the dredges of this ward, but it’s been happening far more often than she cares for-- given that most of these souls happen to be surfacers beneath her rule.
But there is something curious about this male. Especially given the fact that she has the feeling he knows of her presence. And so she descends the fire escape, openly announcing that she has been watching with the loud clatter of her heels against the rickety grating. “Either you have been executing your wrath on my abbanen coincidentally, or you are on a hunt for answers.”
She stops a few stories overhead, closer to the shadowy figure, but still far enough away to observe him from a safe distance. She drapes her arms across the rail and offers him a stern, guarded frown. “I am the end of that road, jaluk. You have proven worthy of my time. So speak your questions.”
( They had best be good ones for how much you’ve cost her, @tenelyte. )











