[Sadrain]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

She remained silent for a while longer, then shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't need anything from you."
It was the truth - although Amante made her curious, the unanswered questions would not haunt her life. She could kill him right now, if needed to be, and he would be forgotten in a week's time.

In fact, after all the bitterness and heart ache Amante had caused her, killing him seemed like a nice option. Leila had pondered if in all the chaos that would ensue soon she would get the chance to finish him off, once and for all. She guessed she managed to always piss him off, but he did it just as perfectly for her - right from the beginning.

"I am just pondering if you are either partially fake, or somewhat complicated person." Her words were blunt, voice emotionless. But it was not meant as particular insult. Everyone was a little fake these days, trying to appear more brave, more social, more sweet or fearsome... Whatever they lacked in reality and thought they needed.