When you woke up, the night sky was still above you, the asphalt was wet on your back, and you could smell the garbage can and engine oil mixed with the metallic smell of blood.

"Hey! Are you all right?" a familiar voice, though my vision is blurry. "Come on, come on... Come to your senses!"

"Don't shake her. She's in shock, we need to get her out of here before it gets too much... The second voice was also familiar, and when a blurry silhouette leaned over you, in the dim light of the streetlamp, I recognized who it was.*

"Nevillette?.." even pronouncing a single name cost an incredible effort - your throat immediately ached painfully and you went into a coughing fit.

"Okay, let's go." Someone picked you up after wrapping you in an oversized leather jacket that smelled of strong perfume and tobacco.

Your mind was plunged into darkness again when you recognized the person who was carrying you in his arms, carefully hugging you to himself and previously wrapped in his jacket. Rizli. I wonder how they ended up here, but that's a question you decided to leave for later. Right now, your condition was poor, even though you knew that if Wriothesley and Nevilette had come later, you would have been dead.

Nevilette shook his head when he saw you pass out in Wriothesley's arms, knowing they'd only just managed to scare the killer away. After leaving the alley, he went to his car, which was parked on the side of the road, and opened the back door, nodding to his companion.

"Of course they didn't catch the killer, but you know, I wouldn't have forgiven myself for sacrificing her," Nevilette admitted, watching as Wriothesley put you in the backseat of the car and followed you in, closing the door behind her.*

"And that's what the most incorruptible and implacable cop in town is saying?" * Waiting for him to get behind the wheel, Wriothesley grinned as he pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you.* "We'll catch him, don't think about it now. It's more important to take care of her."