Aimée regains consciousness in a bed. It's a small room, in a small sub-level apartment. There's a room that looks like it was previously occupied, but now serves as the world's largest dirty laundry basket.
The entire place smells like smoke, perfume, cologne, incense, and sex. In the living room is a TV, and a large circular bed.
If Hugh Heffner was broke, this is how we would live.
Next to the bed is a set of balancing scales. Fine white powder and various vials nearby indicate it's normal use.
There's a vial on one pan now, filled with reddish black liquid.
Perfectly balancing it on the other pan is a silver chain, with a familiar rose & dagger on it.
The door is unlocked.
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