@violet-harkness
Russel sometimes liked to walk through the gutters, curious the kinds of slaves his competitors might be able to find. He saw a lot of familiar faces as he did so, many of them scurrying in their rooms to hide from him, clearly remembering him as well. Coming upon a new face though, he found himself curious. “Interesting. I don’t think you’re one of mine.” He said as his eyes looked over her for a moment. “How did you get here?”














