It was a chilly day in the Underworld, and the morning gusts swept through the street, picking up the occasional litter and sending them spiralling down the streets.
One of those piece of wrapping paper flew by a pair of walkers as one of them turned around and followed the flying piece of trash with her eyes.
'Windy day, right?' The other one that kept on walking forward commented, and she took a sip of her coffee before turning around and revealing her kind and smiling face that was obscured under a hood. Despite how relaxed she seemed, there was a sharp gaze that came out of her eyes.
'Windier than usual.' The other said, the tips of her blue hair poking out from the edges of the hood.
So far, everything has gone according to plan for the Fingers that reorganized themselves within the Underworld.
