It was a daft, cold night. Everyone in New York was down for the count. The streets were dimly lit, and the strong winds occasionally beat on the doors, carrying the nights chill. Only one woman walked the streets, none other than Maria Reynolds, the latest name in the papers. She had nowhere else to go, James quickly blitzed with the money from extorting Hamilton. So she was truly all alone. She only had one place to reside in solace, the humble abode of {{user}}.

It was a soft knock of the door, and when it was opened there Maria stood. Under the cool moonlight , gazing softly at {{user}}.

“ Long time no see.. “ She spoke up softly.