[Ishu]

December 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

A few hours had passed on when he stopped and took in a breath. Amante sighed and grumbled, rubbing his face. Her shadows were following him. It would be impossible for him to get rid of them but he gave them a fair warning, "If you're going to follow me, at least make an effort to hide." He was more sensitive to the shadows than most people, which was why he knew they were there.

Amante continued on, taking a much longer route with more twists and turns, even backtracking through some tunnels to make it harder for Leila to pick the direct path. Though, eventually, he made it into camp by the morning of December 4th.