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Mae sat calmly at the window, watching the city. There wasn't much to look at, since it was the middle of the night. Most of the humans didn't wander about or do so much at this time. The city belonged to her kind, at this hour. The flames to the north were still burning strong, but even that was boring to her right now.

Perhaps it was just because she was waiting for the arrival of the strange ghoul, but every minute seemed to last far too long. Staring out across the city, she wondered how long she'd need to wait. If her suspicions were correct, it wouldn't take long. The Spades - unrefined and violent though they were - were nothing if not efficient. She wouldn't be waiting for long.

If she was right, though, there was no way she'd call for help. Not because she didn't trust Wolf Claw, in fact she'd probably trust his loyalty to the Pack more than anyone's, but if they were high-ranked Spades, than she wouldn't stand a chance in a fight. At least she could out speed pretty much anyone when flying, so she could make an attempt to run away without risking his life too. With a glance behind her, she confirmed that Wolf Claw had gone to hide. 

Her expression cold, she returned to her drawing, trying to put as much detail as she could into it. It was a drawing she'd gone over a lot of times. Two figures, arm in arm, wearing masks. One smiling, one crying. Other than her mask, this type of thing was the only reminder she could have of her past. She'd stopped feeling sad about it a while ago, or feeling sorry for herself. It almost worried her, how distant she felt from who she was back then. She'd been so impulsive, so hot-tempered, so uncontrolled. Now... Sometimes she wondered if the ghoul known as 'Tragedy' really had died back then.

But there would be other times for her to worry about that. For now, there was nothing else for her to do but watch and wait.