The rain was coming down in sheets pouring down hard, as the falling rain felt like needles against the skin.
Inside the apartment the single lamp buzzed, throwing weak orange light across the cracked walls while Nellie sat cross-legged on the floor because no chair on earth was surviving her ass again, but that aside at this very moment she was scrolling through her phone with one clawed thumb.
Emilia on the other hand was pacing behind her in circles, she was dress quite stylishly as she was prepared to leave this place with Nellie.
A glossy black raincoat cinched tight at the waist, burgundy rubber boots that came up to her knees, on her face was an oversized sunglasses even though it was early in the morning and storming. She looked like a spy who had robbed a fashion boutique.
Nellie's tongue poked out the corner of her mouth as she flicked past city after city. At time she would carry Nellie, at other time they would walk.
