The city swallowed her whole.
Scarlet walked the crowded streets of Arclight, a ghost in plain sight. A subtle manipulation of her aura, a slight shift in posture, and she was just another face, lost in the flow. Humans were so easily deceived.
'This place hasn't changed,' she thought, her eyes scanning the familiar architecture – the mix of gleaming towers and crumbling districts. A chaotic, fragile energy pulsed beneath the surface noise. 'Still smells the same. Desperation and cheap fuel.'
Her primary objective was clear: find the boy. Fin Carver. Observe. Report. Eliminate if necessary, capture if possible. Varn's orders were absolute.
But first...
She changed direction, weaving through alleys, her steps silent. The scent guided her – sugar, cream, a hint of vanilla. A memory stirred, something almost pleasant from a previous, less complicated visit.
