The woman in red walked purposefully down the grimy streets of Herstell City. It was late at night, and the dim lighting made it hard to see the detritus strewn across the walkway. Dingy buildings loomed around, their flickering glowpanels offering advertisements and services befitting the seedy sector. Haze and fumes from the ever-running carbonite processing plant clouded the night sky. Her mind occupied with thoughts of her mission, she didn’t initially notice the lurking eyes following her until several seconds passed. By then, it was too late. She tried to maintain a calm exterior, to not betray any of the alarm coursing through her body even as she tried to devise a plan to escape or defeat her shadows. It was unnaturally silent around her—nobody else was around and there was no obvi