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"In the end... too little too late"

If the events that happened in the Ronin universe, took place in Rise.

   Guilt, dread, things unnameable settling deep in her mind as she rifled through the contents of dusty drawers. “These shall do, right ?” She hums to her partner, fingers deftly turning a vial of blood, dark liquid sloshing and staining the the glass crimson. The vials are slipped into her pockets, robbed of their vile purpose for now.

    As a Huntress she had been adept at silencing her steps, now she was more akin to a common thief. Slipping through the night without a sound, a serpent circling the rat, unaware of cruel intent. She turns, hands on hips. “Well, I do think that should suffice. I’d rather not be caught here, but it is your decision.” Maria won’t implore anymore, her tone beseeching enough.