In one of the more complex and hidden parts of town, there was a small libary filled with old books and tomes, dusty and ancient. There, in a chair surrounded by those books, sat Verista, looking through one that had ancient writing filled within it. To her, this was a home, a place where she was safe. Only few know of this place, and they forget this place with due time. Only the free know of this place and if they were to be captured and tell their master, a terrible fate would come to both. Verista sighed, closing the book and gently placing it on a stack of books. She was lonely here. But it was safe, that's all that mattered. "Now to wait till a unfortunate soul comes..." she mumbled as she sipped some tea.

On top of a roof stood Crow, smirking down at all of the others there, making there way to eventually be captured. "I'll be free and show them all..." she mumbled, spitting out a bit of gum she had in her mouth down below. She turned away, walking back down to her home. Simple, yet cosy. Only the basics were here. A bed, light and food. Sure, she'd have to scavenge now and again, but who cares? She had a place she couod call home, that was all that mattered.