"Hey kid, you got any change?"
Moments later the gullible college student was writhing in Longstreet's grasp, pinned to a wall in some back alley near his ultimate goal - the Necropolis. The way the Haunt saw it, he was merely collecting payment for a vaaluable life lesson: don't walk the streets alone in the night. He was careful not to take too much and to erase the bite marks with a lick. To keep up the facade he took whatever measly money the guy had in his wallet and his phone, the latter of which he threw out in some dumpster.
The rush of blood did little to conceal a fundamental fact: his Family was scattered. Cross was out doing business with the Alchemists, Alice was on ice in the Nox, and Cynthia... well, he didn't really know about Cynthia. Her being in the Necropolis is a pretty safe bet, so that's where he went in the hopes of finding the woman his brother praised so much. If he won't, well, at least he'll have a peaceful night at the Caldarium. As he descended from the stairs and walked the now-familiar corridors, he looked around, trying not to miss any chamber or passage.
Where art thou, Cynthia Weiss?
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