The situation that you least expected when walking into The Strip, even with all that had went on in your life, was getting pushed into an secluded alleyway with your assailant covering your mouth.

“Do not say a word.” He breathlessly commanded, taking his hand off of your mouth as you stared at him in shock.

When you got your bearings after a moment, you realized that this wasn’t some regular man.

It was Vulpes Inculta; albeit he was in a disguise, but it was quite obvious that it was him.