A chill wind blew through the street, rattling the metal garbage cans as Karai leaned against the brick wall, the cold wind biting into her skin. Her hands were folded in front of her, twisting what looked like a piece of string between her fingers with dexterity.

As she leaned there, waiting for someone, she heard footsteps approaching from a nearby alley. They were soft, the person moving carefully. Karai kept her eyes on the corner, her hand ready to attack if it was needed.