tinybutkickass
Sector 3 is shady, filthy, and an entire additional assortment of unpleasant adjectives. It’s hardly pleasant, even by the loosest of standards.
Incidentally, if she were going to choose any location in the entire city to encounter a half-foot tall praying mantis, it would have been any other sector.
“Are you following me?” It’s a rhetorical question, of course. Sybil stops in her tracks, listening for if the telltale pitter patter of praying mantis legs stops as well. In time, it does, although whether that’s proof to support her statement or simply by virtue of the fact that she’s blocking the narrow alleyway is ambiguous at best and likely the latter at worst.
With a sweet-faced smile that all but screams obliviousness to her newfound calling as a sector roadblock, Sybil turns on one heel to look down at the mantis in question. “I don’t suppose we’ve met?”
