Phoenix Maplewood and i hope she’ll be a fool

her eyes slowly turn up. maybe this girl knew the whereabouts of the escorts. the chances were small. this world held many faces in it and you tend to forget most of the names. but there’s always an exception to everything. some faces leave a mark on you, whether it’s good or bad. hopefully the ambassadors left their mark.

”yes, i am.” her head still hung low, but she could see the girl through her peripheral. “they’re two young men with gray coats. one has a scar near his eye, you can’t miss it. i don’t suppose you’ve seen them?”