A day before the meeting in Layl Manor.
Away from the rabid night life of the city's Dusk district filled with Night Dust Dens, Brothels, and Taverns. The slum streets of the Pav's outskirts are supposedly quiet. However, a group of seven gruff looking men and women are running with great haste.
"FARKING DAMMIT! RUN LIKE HELL!" The fastest among them yells.
"s**t s**t s**t, I CAN'T SEE'EM!" One of the thugs who checks behind them adds.
They split off from each other, running around different alleys, before finally meeting up in a secluded location in front of an abandoned building. When they see each other, they feel relief as if a feeling of primal fear was lifted from their psyche.
"We lost'em, the hell is that monster doing hunting shits like us. Damn" A thug grumbles.
"Come on, w
