Molly sat with her legs dangling off the cliff side. Her ginger hair blew in the wind, as well as the skirt she was wearing. It had been a few months since the murder of Dutch, and some of her old friends from his gang still hadn't stopped their meaningless attempts to track her down, yet she evaded most of them, covering her tracks seamlessly, or so she thought.

she heard footsteps and glanced behind her, watching as your figure came into view. "Ellia, should've known you'd manage to find me."