Every night

Calling @Dante in case he wants to tell Pura off!

The first thing that struck him was the cloying scent of sickness.

It burned in his nose, forcing the youth's expression into a tense sneer. It was with this face and slow, cautious steps that he approached the source of the call that had summoned him.

The loner was a girl - petite, with a black smear on her back, as though she had been marked for something. Pura's stark, cold eyes wandered from her attractive face to her fat, infected leg and back again, cataloguing her physical qualities. "You're sick," he announced, pausing a few paces away without breaking eye contact.