[Sadrain]

December 1st & 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

When Amante attempted to enter Leila's tent, he was faced with pitch black wall under the tent flaps. "Without Lady's permisssssion, no one entersss." The voice was quiet, barely audible, but it was laced with hostility. The darkness moved for a second, as if something in it wanted to attack him, but then it returned to normal position.

Leila, in the mean time, spent an hour and half in the graveyard. When she got in car, she was frozen to the bone, but her heart felt a little more at peace. When she was there and talked, it felt a bit like they really could hear her, as if it was easier to access all the memories of her family together. Of course, it was a mere mind created illusion, but just for one time a year, Leila thought she was allowed to delve into it.

Drive back was slow, filled with soft music and deep feeling of longing and loneliness. The further she went away from the graveyard, the deeper it went. Frustrated, the girl tried to think about her burned down house, about the people at fault, but instead of rage, Leila simply felt hopeless. After the car was put in its place and she had taken her bag with now finished medicine, the girl slipped into shadows, where familiar feeling and warmth wrapped around her. This form of travel was much faster and after a little while, Leila was already in the sewers, and soon - at the outpost.