#uta001

The kill was fresh. The body was still warm and rigor mortis hadn't set in yet, but the blood trail and carnage only pointed her in the right direction. She had been skeptical about some cannibalistic acts in the city, but despite there not being a paycheck after this, she decided to take a look and maybe find peace in either zero proof or in neutralizing the threat herself.  As it were, she soon found herself steps behind her possible culprit.

[ Receiving the news so suddenly was a bit surprising. She was just getting used to the chamomile apartments, and now she was being forced to move into the cappuccino apartments? Well…that’s alright, at least she could be able to maybe see some of her friends that lived there instead. Luckily she didn’t have many bags, but… then again, the bags she had were huge and unnecessarily heavy. If she were to say she wasn’t having a hard time, she’d be lying to herself.

She ignored the stares of the many people she walked by. She was sure that some of them were talking about the bags she dragged behind her, but she tried her best to ignore them. Admittedly enough, the fact that she was going to move in with someone she hadn’t been able to see or talk to in a long time was a bit…strange to her. But at least it was a chance to catch up.

Finally making her way to the shared room, Serena stopped and stared up at the door for a little while longer before she dug into her pocket and pulled out the key. She turned the knob open and pushed the door open, a small sigh leaving her lips. She pulled her bags in and closed the door behind her, making sure that she could be heard. ]

“Uta!”