Natasha made her way through the mostly empty snow-covered streets of the border city of Parafall lit up by tottering gas lamps, accompanied by a frantic Harry struggling to keep up.
She would walk past the occasional tramp and though tempted to do something for them, she knew there was hardly anything to be done.
This war had eviscerated the already glaring problems of the Empire which made the rich richer and the poor poorer.
The number of vagrants that persisted in dirty alleys and abandoned buildings had increased since the Nighteye turned crimson, with some emerging from within the city's middle and lower class who could no longer keep up with the rising prices and lacking resources while the others were from neighboring cities and towns that had been ruined by the vampires.
Letting out a sigh causing white mist to escape her lips, Natasha couldn't help but think back to the twilight weeks of BoneHaven.
