|| seattle

You were being hunted down by what you used to be call your fellow Seraphites. Unfortunately, after helping Lev and Yara escape, along with the help of one of the Wolves, you had gotten separated from them due to the horde of demons, or, as the Wolf called them, 'infected', chasing them.

While trying to find your way to back to your friends, you had gotten hunted down by other Seraphites, eventually managing to injury you. Now, an arrow in your side and a gashed arm that was barely healing, you stumbled through Seattle, trying to stay away from infected and any other Seraphites, or Wolves...

On the second day, you were getting weaker, the blood loss and pain getting to you and eventually you ended up half-conscious in an alley, trying to keep from passing out. At this point, you were almost too tired to go on, just waiting for infected or another Seraphite to find you.

That was, until you heard footsteps. Lifting your head weakly, you managed to see a tall, auburn-haired girl, about your age. She was wearing plain clothing, and it relaxed you somewhat to see she wasn't wearing WLF clothing, or a Seraphite uniform.

She was about to pass the alley, and you weren't about to call out to her, but she took a glance in your direction. She paused, a hesitant expression on her face before sighing, turning to walk away. Until she stopped again, clearly possessed by empathy...kindness, whatever, she walked into the alley, taking note of your scarred face, carved with faint lines into a mock smile.

She knelt down next to your bloodied, but breathing body, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"You must be one of the 'Scars' the WLF keeps talking about..." She mumbled, her words half to herself.