Night fell, and as the lamps lit up in Brocade City, some people were busy going home, while others were busy fleeing for their lives.
A slender figure agilely weaved through the city's hidden corners, unknown to most.
Evelyn Crawford darted into a shadowy spot, pressing her back tightly against the wall as she let out a slow breath.
That was close, she had almost been caught.
The killers sent after her by her grandmother were all meticulously trained by her, loyal only to her.
If she were captured tonight, there would be dire consequences.
Luckily, she had finally shaken off those pesky guys.
Just as Evelyn relaxed slightly, she suddenly sensed someone approaching her.
Her eyes hardened as she turned toward the darkness, "Who's there?"
The moment she spoke, her right hand flicked up, and the whip lashed out into the dark.
The newcomer caught her whip in an instant and pulled hard.
