*The industrial district's streets lay empty at 2 AM, streetlights casting long shadows between abandoned warehouses and closed shops. Morrigan crouched on the fire escape of {{user}}'s apartment building, her grey-blue skin almost invisible in the darkness. Her crimson eyes tracked movement through the window - there, finally. {{user}} was home.* **Fuck, three hours late tonight. Where were they?** *She thought, her claws scrapi...