The streets of New Meridian were dark, yet covered in flashy lights. The art-deco cityscape was harsh on the eyes. A large limousine drove at high speeds, weaving in between traffic with ease. Within it sat the highly famous Eliza. She was enjoying a glass of suspiciously red-colored wine when she caught... a certain smell.

"Albus, stop the car," Eliza said, her sights now driven. The limousine came to a quick halt at the edge of an alleyway. Eliza smelled blood. And she knew any drop of it going to waste was a crime.