The eighth district was one that Aylin knew from the top of her head by now. She had always lived there with her parents before moving to the private school and it’s quarters. After that she had moved to the South of the city for her bachelor degree but visiting the eighth for dinner at her parents’ place still happened. And now she was working there. It was a daily trip from seventh to eighth - and back - and today was no different.

After a morningshift at the hotel, she had taken it upon herself to walk to the next metrostation instead of taking the first one directly. Simply because of that reason, she was now seeing a very familiar face on the other side of the busy street. Her eyes widened slightly, looking in surprise at the man that was standing there in fully uniform. A police uniform. He had grown up a lot, the last time Aylin had seen him had been more than ten years ago. She definitely regretted the fact that they did not stay in touch while she had been away. They had tried, both of them, but it had slowly died down.

The woman quickly looked from side to side before quickly crossing the street, finding Nephi there. He had grown up but she still recognized the young boy that she had left behind when she had left for the private school just outside of Paris on her father’s order at the age of 14.

Until this very moment Aylin still had no idea what had happened at Le Rouge. She didn’t understand why Micayla had been so angry, why Finn looked uncomfortable and why Nephi was on high alert. The cold air outside had dried her, but she was now shivering in the seat next to Nephi as he had let her known that he would bring her home. The entire trip to her apartment had been in silence and Aylin hated it. She had so many questions but the most important one; What the hell had happened?