The night seeped into the air. When the wind stirred, the chill sent out black ripples.
'Two people?'
'Besides him and me, is there someone else here?'
Mai Mingle slowly turned her head and glanced stiffly to her side. There was no one there.
In the darkness, the silhouette of the Nest looked like Blackmoor City, twisted and deformed after some disaster. The plaza below the steps was wide, dim, and equally deserted.
'…Then that means they're behind me?'
She turned around inch by inch, as if slowly unfurling a painting. Out of the corner of her eye, a shoulder came into view, then an ear, then hair…
Mai Mingle finally got a clear look. A few steps behind her, someone had appeared without her knowing.
It was a young girl with short, messy curly hair. Her face was pale, and her eyeliner was slightly smudged, though it was hard to tell if it was from sweat or tears.
