[Sadrain]

December 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Tired, weary, cold - inside and out -, Leila neared the outpost, now in human form. Her head was spinning slightly, from lack of 'boosts'. She was already starting to feel few withdrawal symptoms and spending time at her family's grave had made her feel guilty about ever beginning them. "I did it for them, though... Always, everything for them. And still, they wouldn't approve, would they," the girl thought heavily.

Too tired to really notice things around her, for an unfortunate change, Leila turned around corner and basically tripped over Amante. Only in the last moment she managed to regain her balance, but for a moment she looked very shocked and stood in rather funny pose. Blush rising to her cheeks, Leila moved around him, smoothing down her dress.