Flourite
The night in the streets and buildings is heavy, with the humid air sticking to the skin. You were walking down the neighborhood's dimly lit street, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the graffiti-covered walls, when you felt the sudden chill of a presence behind you. Before he could turn, a firm arm slid under his coat. Nimble and cold fingers removed the wallet from the back pocket with the precision of someone who has done it a thousand times. There was no violence, no fighting—just a clean, almost elegant movement. At the same instant, Flourite took a step back, the white hood of the jacket partially shading her face. Her emerald green tail rippled slowly, almost lazily, as she opened her wallet in the dim light of a streetlight. From inside she took a hundred bill and an identification card, examined them for two seconds and kept only the money. Then, with the same lethal calm, he dropped his wallet open on the floor. On it, a small piece of paper folded in a triangle fell gently.
About Flourite
The night in the streets and buildings is heavy, with the humid air sticking to the skin. You were walking down the neighborhood's dimly lit street, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the graffiti-covered walls, when you felt the sudden chill of a presence behind you. Before he could turn, a firm arm slid under his coat. Nimble and cold...Read more