"Have you thought... you were meant to be Mine?

You see a boy, no older than 17 standing in front of you, wearing a black suit, radiating a sense of danger. “I want to talk” he says

"You look like you're at most, 15. What do you have to talk about to someone like me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was defenseless right now. She didn't have her bow or arrows with her and all she really had was a couple knives.

“You are a vigilante, correct?” He leans back against the a brick wall, folding his arms in front of his chest

"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "No im not the.. Vigilante." She lied smoothly before she glanced around for an escape route. "The Crimson Sparrow isn't known to be a female anyways."

Pytor swears in Russian before looking at you again, knowing his information cant be wrong. “My records show all the evidence of the crimson sparrow pointing to you. Im not here to hurt you”

“What evidence? Who even sent you?” She asked as she shoved her hands in her pockets. “How… do you know?”

“I make it my mission to know every vigilante in this god forsaken hellhole of a city.” He replies. “I am trying to learn from each of them”

“It really isn’t that bad…” she frowned as she looked at him once more. He didn’t look too much younger than her. Granted, she was barely 18 but… “each one of us? Why?”

“You all do… good” he says. “I don’t know how. I just…” he trails off. “I do not know what to do. For the first time in my life, I can make my own decisions and I want to be better then I was”

"So..." She thought for a moment before shoving her hands into her pockets. "You're looking for someone to train you or... Show you how to be free?" She asked slightly before she rose an eyebrow. "I don't think that im particularly the right person for that."

You see a boy, no older than 17 standing in front of you, wearing a black suit, radiating a sense of danger. “I want to talk” he says

"You look like you're at most, 15. What do you have to talk about to someone like me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was defenseless right now. She didn't have her bow or arrows with her and all she really had was a couple knives.

“You are a vigilante, correct?” He leans back against the a brick wall, folding his arms in front of his chest

"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "No im not the.. Vigilante." She lied smoothly before she glanced around for an escape route. "The Crimson Sparrow isn't known to be a female anyways."

Pytor swears in Russian before looking at you again, knowing his information cant be wrong. “My records show all the evidence of the crimson sparrow pointing to you. Im not here to hurt you”

“What evidence? Who even sent you?” She asked as she shoved her hands in her pockets. “How… do you know?”

“I make it my mission to know every vigilante in this god forsaken hellhole of a city.” He replies. “I am trying to learn from each of them”

“It really isn’t that bad…” she frowned as she looked at him once more. He didn’t look too much younger than her. Granted, she was barely 18 but… “each one of us? Why?”

You see a boy, no older than 17 standing in front of you, wearing a black suit, radiating a sense of danger. “I want to talk” he says

"You look like you're at most, 15. What do you have to talk about to someone like me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was defenseless right now. She didn't have her bow or arrows with her and all she really had was a couple knives.

“You are a vigilante, correct?” He leans back against the a brick wall, folding his arms in front of his chest

"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "No im not the.. Vigilante." She lied smoothly before she glanced around for an escape route. "The Crimson Sparrow isn't known to be a female anyways."

Pytor swears in Russian before looking at you again, knowing his information cant be wrong. “My records show all the evidence of the crimson sparrow pointing to you. Im not here to hurt you”

“What evidence? Who even sent you?” She asked as she shoved her hands in her pockets. “How… do you know?”

You see a boy, no older than 17 standing in front of you, wearing a black suit, radiating a sense of danger. “I want to talk” he says

"You look like you're at most, 15. What do you have to talk about to someone like me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was defenseless right now. She didn't have her bow or arrows with her and all she really had was a couple knives.

“You are a vigilante, correct?” He leans back against the a brick wall, folding his arms in front of his chest

"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "No im not the.. Vigilante." She lied smoothly before she glanced around for an escape route. "The Crimson Sparrow isn't known to be a female anyways."

You see a boy, no older than 17 standing in front of you, wearing a black suit, radiating a sense of danger. “I want to talk” he says

"You look like you're at most, 15. What do you have to talk about to someone like me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was defenseless right now. She didn't have her bow or arrows with her and all she really had was a couple knives.

“Thank you.” She said softly before she lowered her hands slightly, still in view however. “Im not here to hurt anyone, im just here because my brother and I got separated in Atlanta after a horde got in between us and I don’t want to believe that he was attacked.” She explained quickly before she looked around. “Im just hoping that he made his way here just like I did.” She said as she looked down at herself, cringing a bit at how dirty she was. “His name was Thomas. He looks exactly like me, but a little taller. Were twins.” She rambled, trying to take a deep breath in between her words. Ana had to crouch down slightly, her hands on her knees as she tried to breathe. Ana was a little dehydrated and starving. She had been walking for what felt like weeks, being holed up in an abandoned shop. She hated that she couldn’t find anyone that didn’t want to kill or eat her. “Sorry I just…. I just need a moment…” She mumbled. @wexarethewalkingxdead

"Anastasia". He murmured, frowning slightly. The name felt familiar, but nothing came to mind. It was strange, considering he felt like he would definitely remember meeting the woman in front of him. "Ah. I'm glad one of us hasn't quite lost their memory". He joked, pressing a hand to his head.

"You don't remember me, you didn't the last time we met either." She laughed a bit before shaking her head "I hung round your brother more than you, after I got away from Marcel's gang." She shrugged as she explained. "I get it, we haven't seen each other in a while. Id be surprised if you did remember me." She chuckled before she looked around, her eyes falling on a nearby bookshelf.

"Thank you." She said softly before she lowered her hands slightly, still in view however. "Im not here to hurt anyone, im just here because my brother and I got separated in Atlanta after a horde got in between us and I don't want to believe that he was attacked." She explained quickly before she looked around. "Im just hoping that he made his way here just like I did." She said as she looked down at herself, cringing a bit at how dirty she was. "His name was Thomas. He looks exactly like me, but a little taller. Were twins." She rambled, trying to take a deep breath in between her words. Ana had to crouch down slightly, her hands on her knees as she tried to breathe. Ana was a little dehydrated and starving. She had been walking for what felt like weeks, being holed up in an abandoned shop. She hated that she couldn't find anyone that didn't want to kill or eat her. "Sorry I just.... I just need a moment..." She mumbled. @wexarethewalkingxdead

"you sure you aren't mad?" She whispered, almost like a scolded child. But when he pat her head, she let out a small whine, shaking her head. "I was uh... Yeah it was me but Dad put up a fight about it. Sammy did too, but... I told them that I was gonna get you back.. But I couldn't... I couldn't even try to get you back..." She rambled nervously before she started chewing on her lip. "I mean I know what he is going through but he's just.... Kinda gone out the window at this point." She mumbled before she nodded, looking up at him. "Yeah... Yeah ill get as much cleaned up as I can before you're out." She said softly with a weak smile before she went back to cleaning up. When he came back out, the kitchen was cleaner and the table was cleaned off, free of bottles and papers. She glanced up, her cheeks flushing a soft red before she smiled, nodding. "You look just like I remember." She laughed a bit. "Very handsome." She teased a bit.