Epilogue, Epilogue!
What happened after the opera that night?
Shiloh ignored the flashes from the cameras of the foolish knife addicts and press whores who still thought the graphic opera scenes were an act. As she hastily sat in the back of the car driven by Rotti's chaufer, she tried to ignore her senses and her upset stomach sick from the coppery smell of Nathan's blood that was still thick in the air. "W-where are we going", she asked the driver, her voice trembling. Still no answer. "Maybe he cant talk" she thought, "What if he Rotti took out his vocal chords? I wouldn't put it past him." She wouldn't soon forget the sick things the Largo family was capable of. Shiloh didn't know what was in store for her, and she didn't want to stick around to find out. Swiftly she jumped out of the backseat and landed with a thud on the street shocked that she went unnoticed. It was then that she found herself in a familiar alley. Only this time it was cold, empty, lonely. It was at this moment that she realized she was really alone. She started to sob loudly and collapsed into a heap of garbage.
GR POV:
I'm known on the streets for being the sexiest zydrate dealer around. I heard they like the colorful dreads. I can get any woman or man I want, all I gotta do is show em' the glow and they're putty in my hands. But as soon as they get their fix, they leave me by myself without a second thought, and suddenly I'm all alone. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud sob. I rolled my eyes and smirked probably another broke addict egging for a free vial. That I was prepared for, but nothing cold've prepared me for her. A failiar face yet so new. Some how older, more beautiful.