Introduction"If you're lookin' for the girl who lived here, you won't have much luck," said the grizzled landlord. "Long gone. Strange girl." He opened the door. "Made a real mess in here. Left enough cash to refurbish the place, but... as you can see..."
The unit inside is indeed a mess. The walls are scratched and cracked- they look like wounds. The furniture is scarred as well, but all has been put as right as it could have been; the bed was made, the table and chairs all in order.
"Dunno what happened," said the landlord. "Looks like a fight, doesn't it? But the girl, well, you'd know, she didn't look like she'd be able to do this kind of damage. A few days later she came out- she looked fine. Might have been attacked by someone..." he shook his head. "Bad things make for bad feeling 'round a place."
A chill wind hisses through a hole in a window.
The landlord grunts knowingly. "I'd sure like to know what happened here. She left before I could really ask. Mm." He opened the window. "Gets a cold wind nowadays." He shook his head. "I dunno where that girl went. If she's the same one you mean. What did you call her?" He paused. "Nah that weren't the name she used. Same girl, in that picture though. One you showed me. Different name... something fancy. Similar. Emalthya. That's what it was. Well." He stops and turns, adopting a quizzical expression.
"What do you want with that girl, anyway? That you'd come all this way... with the wrong name..." He doesn't look curious any more. It's suspicion that quirks his brow. "What did you tell me your name was?"
He doesn't get an answer. His consoling thought as he fell to the scored ground was that he hadn't yet told the stranger where the girl went, the girl with the wrong name.
