[Sadrain]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

Leila was on her way back, when she felt movement. The direction was forward, so it was likely Amante. The girl shed most of the shadows, not particularly interested in hiding from him. When she came in his sight, Leila floated upwards, sitting down on one of the pipes, purple eyes glinting for a second. She stayed there still, looking down at the man, in silence. She did not have a threatening posture or expression, but normal person would still shiver and get away from the scene as quickly as possible.

Leila seemed to search for something on him, in him. Her gaze was persistent, but not too tight.