On a violently stormy night, lightning streaking brilliant ribbons across the brooding sky, the silhouette of a young woman could be seen standing atop a desolate building. Fairly slight in build, but fit; she was strong.

Her fuchsia hair whipped about her as she studied a café across the street. From the way she was studying it, one would think she would be a thief, and they would be correct, but why rob a café?

The faithful customers of the café who would leave right before closing at one, could tell you that they had actually seen the young woman watching for almost a week. She would appear at about eleven thirty each night and just sit and watch the café until closing time, then leave.

It wasn't as if she was trying very hard to hide herself either, she was almost hiding, but was doing a kind of half-assed job at it. Maybe she was just some adolescent stalking one of her classmates she had a crush on. Or maybe she actually was looking, waiting, for something…


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