Sera Kennithson & Alyx The Banished
Sera's Apartment | Downtown
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As a knock came to Sera's door she was thrown off her train of thought. She hadn't expected anybody to come around today, and she even put up a sticker on her door to deter cold callers and salesman alike. So who could it be? Her mind began to rest as she walked to the door, probably old Mr Perkins wanting some help changing a lightbulb, or that new couple who moved in yesterday looking for a cup of sugar, or something equally as cliche. They seemed nice enough, didn't bring much with them though. As Sera's mind wandered she had already reached the door with a number of possibilities as to who it would be reasonable to find waiting.

Who she found was not one of those possibilities.

A girl - woman - Sera corrected herself quickly, roughly the same age as her, maybe a bit younger. She pondered for a moment, probably coming into her last year of university. Or was it college here? Not important. She wore strange clothes, almost like some form of uniform, was she a courier? She had just handed Sera a letter, saying it was for her and Alyx.

Her and Alyx. This sent alarm bells ringing, Sera didn't know this person, she was delivering a letter addressed to both of them. Alyx hadn't lived there for long. Just over a week. It wasn't bills either. Sera turned the letter over in her hands a few times, no address. Just their names. No stamp either, whatever it was it was supposed to be delivered by hand. "Uh, thanks," Sera said, taking a letter opener from the table nearby and slipping it under the envelopes folds. Inside was a folded sheet of paper, just like any other letter. But this wasn't an actual letter. Just a list of... names? Sera looked up, at the girl in her doorway, then to Alyx, then back to the girl, then back to the letter, then to the girl again. "What is this? Who are you?".

It sounded more threatening than Sera intended but she was getting hot under the collar. Her cane was too far away, she wouldn't get to it in time if this person was hostile. Keep it cool, keep it cool. She told herself. Waiting for a reply.