Soon the lights fade to nothing but illusions if she dares to close her eyes.

North Avenue is a spot of consistent chaos and drugs. In one section, a man is being beaten in a drug deal gone wrong while another section bears a self proclaimed doom sayer.

”A tempest surrounds Begonia! The wind screams with a horrid warning!”

As she passes by, his eyes zero in.

”Don’t fear the lightning when it strikes.”

She says nothing and spots a woman with blue hair and purple eyes. The mistress.

Her attire suggests her status as a prostitute, though many would suggest her eyes themselves to be an indication.

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“Anmutig Seyer!”

A few heads turn but no one approaches.

The mistress runs towards her excitedly.

”Is Verrat here? Why’d you come to the Lower District? Can I have your autograph? Oh sorry I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Pam!”

This girl is not an actress. The insincerity drips from her tongue like syrup and her eyes look at her with contempt.

“Pam is such a cute name! How about instead of an autograph we can take a picture together?”

Her eyes light up and she scrambles for her phone. After she takes the photo she uploads it on social media. This is not only a risk but a warning.

”Pam you have to tell me where you bought that hair color! Does it hold in all Districts?”

”Actually it was a gift from my boyfriend but he said he got it from the store down the street. Want to come with me?”

”It‘s open at this hour?”

”No but I can call the owner to get us in.”

”I wouldn’t want to impos-

Pam grabs her wrist and starts dragging her down the street.

”It‘s fine! Come on you’re Anmutig Seyer and you deserve this!”

What an obvious trap. Even if this isn’t part of Count Zorn’s scheme, it may be her John’s.

The process of cornering a prey and destroying their boundaries is the move of an amateur.