Aria was sitting on top of a bus stop at Charing Cross Road. She loved places like this: Just above the heads of humans, yet not too high. Humans... A pathetic little race, but sadly happened to be in control of this planet. She watched them pass by, their heads filled with thoughts and worries of their silly little lives on this silly little planet. A few hundred year ago she would have smiled at them, she thought. But now all she felt was disgust. She got out her gun and aimed at a random human. How easy it would be to just pull the trigger... Nobody could see her. The Perception filter, dangling from her neck, disguised as a key with a small, sharp blade hidden inside was working perfectly fine - as a weapon and as camouflage. But slaughtering humans was a waste of toys. She lowered the gun and resumed watching the masses go by. But then she noticed a man - human. But he stood out. He had just come out of what appeared to be an old, abandoned shop. He was not wearing any conspicious colours, but robes... Average humans didn't wear robes. Not in this part of the planet. Aria grinned and unlocked her gun, listening to the familiar hum for a moment before jumping off the bus station and approaching the man. He was definitely human, but... Something different. But Aria couldn't put her finger on what it was. She hid the gun under her jacket and deactivated the perception filter, then stood right in front of the man and blocked his way. "Hello!" She said, acting nicely. "Who are you?"
