Third Person:
The scent of roasted coffee beans is in the air, capturing the atmosphere in the little café somewhere in Ash Hound. Megan sits at a corner table, her coat buttoned up high with black glasses perched low on her nose. Her gaze is fixed on the entrance as she waits desperately for her prey.
She has been here for nearly two hours, and it seems like luck isn’t on her side today. Locals come and go, but none of them is the woman she is hunting. Her fingers drum against the cup of coffee in front of her, which has long gone cold.
Suddenly, the bell hanging on the door rings, and a lady in a sundress walks in. Megan lifts her face to see Aria. She walks to the counter without glancing at any corner of the café.
Megan rises slowly from her seat and trails towards the counter like
