Clove was stalking down the alley, tugging off her mask and shoving it back into her backpack. Careful to avoid the main roads and the sweeps they did for any stragglers after curfew. Since the murders, well her murders, had started to take the city, a curfew was put in place. Meant to rule out whoever was killing people. What the people didn't take into account was the alleyways or sewers. Much to Clove's own hatred of the sewage system, it got her her out in a bind.

WIping the blood from her cheek, she continued down the alley. Knowing when to duck and cover. Except tonight, when she heard a footsteps. They weren't the sound of a police officer, since there was no jingle.

Which brought her face to face with you, her hand over your mouth. You pinned to the wall, her leg preventing you from escaping. Her eyes were furious as she looked at you, "the hell are you doing out here?"