Hmm m m... Hm hum ... Through the bends and narrows of Crimson Lane, a melody haunts, luring the curious. It hangs tenuously in the corridors with no discernible source, wrapping its target like it were some hungry serpent. From all sides, the winds themselves seem to sing this lone hunter's ballad, until abruptly, it stops. And the air stills. ā Up here, ā calls a voice from above. The songster reveals himself first as a pair of glowing blood-red eyes, looming over the edges of a nearby roof. When the viewer's sight regains focus through the dark, the rest of him takes shape: a spill of long blue hair, legs thrown over the eaves of a building facing the alley, and a combined expression of disinterest.
ā You're tailing me... aren't you? ā He leans in slightly, narrowing his gaze. ā Why? ā @noirdetectiveagency ā i wasn't bothering anybody until u got here.
