There were no clocks or way to see how much time had passed, so when she'd made her way into a dingy, long, rectangular room, and her supervisor informed her she was late, she'd looked confused. That was until a sneaky smile, crept across the lips, of ten year senior enforcer, Lillian Haze. They shared a small, tight lipped, uncomfortable smile, and then Lillian, gave out her assignment. As usual she was in charge of patrolling the worst of the slums.
She glanced up at her superior's frame, over the rim of her specially made dark tented glasses. The light was always blinding, so as soon as she'd been able to afford it, anything made to help manage her condition, she'd acquired. She'd always had this condition, and needed to have thicker skin than the rest of her acquaintances from an early age. Nobody had figured out what was wrong with her.
As the seconds ticked on, she managed to gather up the strength to head for the door. It was always different for her; they'd never gotten stared at for being a freak with bright red eyes and pale white hair. Her boots hit the threshold and then out into the daylight. Her pace quickened as she passed where she'd last accompanied her father, Caspian Lynn, before he'd been falsely accused of teaching humans how to write, and taken to those in charge. She'd never see him again. He'd also had the same condition she was plagued with, bright red eyes, a pale almost see through complexation, and illuminant long white hair. Her enforcement issued uniform consisting of, two pair black combat boots, two pair long skin tight black slacks, three long dark blue shirts, and a single black jacket, did absolutely nothing to help hide her rare condition.
The walk was long and tedious, from the few buildings which housed the enforcers, suppliers, and the infamous gate keepers. These were the ones rumored to know exactly who was in charge. It was a running suspicion that a few of them helped make the rules everyone else lived by.
Something along the usual path caused her to trip and she glanced down. There was a small rectangular shape directly in front of her and it seemed familiar. She had the same thing hidden away in her room. She was using it to try and teach herself how to write but it was frustrating. Several times she'd wanted to simply walk down and turn it into the gate keepers for destruction. Yet, she didn't and now she was finally seeing a little bit of progress. Glancing around to check she wasn't being watched, she quickly bent down and picked it up. One look confirmed that it wasn't in the best of shape, and she'd do more good handing it in than trying to do anything with it. She sighed placing it under her arm then continued toward the slums.
The sun was at it's highest point by the time she got where she was headed and her stomach had been doing nothing but growling for the past several minutes. It wouldn't do any good to turn around and go back. It also wouldn't do any good to try and find anything out here. A majority of the slums consisted of old building rubble, half blown away structures, and make shift shelters leaning against withering tree limbs. She felt but couldn't see several hungry, tired eyes, watching her every movement, as she walked along the most clear route through to the other side. Her uniform clearly showed her position, and even though she knew nobody would do anything to an enforcer for fear of losing their life, her panic every time she was given this assignment never ceased.