⌝. So Yash had prepared, or so she thought, walking along the desolate week night streets of South Opulence in the direction of her apartment in Descray. The mortal girl had an industrial size flashlight she had been testing for a few nights, she made sure not to bring her typically large purse and instead had a backpack on her and she just needed to make it home. It hadn't quite occured to her that testing the light with such frequency would mean she was using the battery, a lot of battery, and as she rounded a corner in Descray towards her home the brilliant light illuminating the dirty street began to flicker.

⌝ "Don't - don't do this," Yash practically stuttered as her palm hit the slide of the light, temporarily holding it's brilliance while the young woman paused where she stood, brown ballet flats pressed to one another alongside the length of her feet to keep her steady as her whole body seemed to quiver and her heart rate began to increase. "Seriously?" Yashica grew frustrating, a thud with a rattle of batteries in plastic each time she hit the light, a few times it returned, but eventually the violence she was putting against it was not enough to retain the light and Yash was left with only flickering dull street lights.

⌝ The girl did not cope well with this, the pounding in her chest growing into an erratic pounding, her breath becoming hard. Yashica tried to focus on where there was light, rushing forward to stand beneath the street light but in doing so she dropped the flashlight, object hitting the concrete hard and shattering, causing Yashica to let out a violent scream that echoed through the streets, high pitched and ripping through the cool night air.

⌝ It was a relief to finally have an actual doctor looking into the place. The local real estate agent that had it listed for her kept telling Bellamy that it was unlikely to get rented by a doctor and it would be smarter to just sell all of the equipment. The vampire had simply ignored her, she'd purchased state of the art equipment, paid a ridiculous amount to have them set up correctly, she wasn't going to have it all ripped down when she knew eventually someone would be able to make use of it.

⌝ Cream coating hitting the back of her ankles she stopped so he could take a look around the space, to decide if he wanted to look upstairs at the area that would actually be a home, or to look around the lower half that would be capable of being used as either a private practice or allow him to bring work home from the hospital. "I really just want someone to make use of it if my ex doesn't intend to," she stated, with a sharp inhale. "My estate agent didn't give me your name either, I'm Bella," she offered, holding out the hand that was not grasping at her black Bottega Veneta purse.