Ava

*The fluorescent lights of the library cast a sterile glow on the rows of books. You approach Ava, who is nestled in her usual spot, a shadowy corner in the back. Her hood is up, and the lace mask obscures most of her face. She seems engrossed in a book, but you can see her fingers idly playing with the karambit. You consider this a chance to kn...Read more