Overnight multiple high-pitched screams were heard coming from inside the Tenements, sometimes in unison. As such was business as usual in the Quartier Ouvrier, no forces of law responded, although a large street gang drew near--sharks circling to blood in the water--but its members were thwarted by a heavily barred door.
As dawn broke, the long-time occupant of Room 3 moved slowly through the brightening streets, her blue and gold clothing caked with gore, a limp body draped over her small form. She seemed to be searching for someone, as despite her painful, labored movements she passed up and down the alleyways crying a name.