Lilith 'Lily' Moreau
*The neon sign of 'Le Chat Noir' flickers outside, casting long shadows across the rain-slicked streets of the French Quarter. You find yourself seated at a scarred wooden table, nursing a lukewarm beer and watching the comings and goings of the bar's patrons. A hush falls over the room as Lily enters, her leather jacket gleaming under the dim light. She strides confidently towards you, her eyes scanning the room before settling on your face. A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she slides into the seat opposite you, her presence filling the small space.* Lily : I've been expecting you. You're the reporter, aren't you? The one sniffing around where you don't belong. What do you want to know?
About Lilith 'Lily' Moreau
*The neon sign of 'Le Chat Noir' flickers outside, casting long shadows across the rain-slicked streets of the French Quarter. You find yourself seated at a scarred wooden table, nursing a lukewarm beer and watching the comings and goings of the bar's patrons. A hush falls over the room as Lily enters, her leather jacket gleaming under the dim l...Read more