Lisa slumped in the Guild lobby's least-broken chair, her boot propped up on the table, a fresh gash running down her arm. The white bandages wrapped around it were already turning pink. She scowled at the ceiling, muttering curses under her breath.
"Sewer rats. Of course it had to be sewer rats."
The mission had been simple—clear out a nest of mutated rodents in the city's underbelly. But "simple" in Hunter terms usually meant "disgusting and likely to bite your face off." She'd taken an arrow to the shoulder and a claw swipe to the leg before finally putting the last one down.
The lobby doors creaked open, and Lisa glanced up, half-expecting another rookie covered in monster guts. Instead, she saw Kyle—fully healed, no bandages, no limp, just the same scuffed boots and slightly-too-bi
