Through an opened window in a tall building, a figure watched as a luxurious carriage made its way through the streets of the Pulse District.
She was clad in a simple, fitting shirt and baggy trousers, each with a dull color meant to appear as inconspicuous as possible. Her sleek black hair made it apparent how much work she'd put into her disguise.
Her eyes sharpened as a figure suddenly blurred out of the carriage.
'Someone left.'
She followed the movement until her gaze settled on him.
'It's the Ninth Vein,' she thought. 'What should I do?'
She had been tasked with monitoring everyone attached to the ongoing case. This included all members of the group. Following Malakai would mean abandoning the others.
'I'll follow him.'
As far as she knew, the Ninth Vein was in charge of this squad. His movements could only mean a big move was about to be made.
She shut the window and prepared to leave the room when a sudden chill washed over her.
'Intruder.'
