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Opening

The hallway on the second floor after the destruction was hectic and full of cursing and swearing, it was still better than the upper floor, some of the rooms were completely destroyed. Yet, hunters, like other jobs, required them to work. Thus there was time the corridor was of less people.

She didn't notice she left the book behind one day, she had been searching for it for weeks and almost a month. She didn't find it, she suspected that he took it with him after she had left. The problem was she didn't have his contact, Just a name. She felt like doing something stupid but what's gone is gone. She was frustrated but all she could do was to search every single corner. Through dust and broken debris, she didn't give up. The book - it was a precious gift she couldn't bear losing.

She hissed and groaned, bent down to check the dark corners of the vending machine and bench. Having her red hood up, it was difficult to see her face, just barely make out a girl with black hair and pale skin.

Impact

It was the worst greeting, while he gently asked, the face turned around to meet with his - something shiny slid in between them. A runic dagger that they used to set up barrier. She hissed in her heart, when she felt the existence of the guy, her immediate action was pulled out a dagger to protect herself. She did it again, classical conditioning.

Her heartbeat raced and she felt like fighting a fearful monster even the guy was friendly smiling, at least before she guarded herself with the dagger. She knew it was from a terrible past experience, talking herself that no one would hurt her, she dropped her defense before she would hurt him. "Sorry."

The girl with dark hair moved a distance before sitting down at the further end of a bench, "Please keep a distance with me......It's not your fault, but mine -" She pursed her lips, seemed having difficulties to explain. That was the first thing she said when she glanced down another end of the long bench for him to sit down. "I'm looking for an illustration book, I lost it somewhere nearby, but I guess it's taken."

Shortly after she finished, the strange girl frowned deeply.

Feral

"Nope." She said. "I lost the book earlier than the commotion happened." The blue eyes gave Dawson a quick glance. "It is a beautiful book, full of colorful pictures and hand written texts. My siblings made it and gave it as a present on my birthday." Her expression softened when she talked about her family. "It would be great if you can help me. What's your name?" The voice softened said, it would be impolite to know the name of the person who was going to help her.

If Dawson noticed, the strange girl acted like a feral stray cat, non-trusting and very insecure. She looked distressed and remorseful about the loss of the book she mentioned, despite of the distance she kept from him.

Feral

As if she didn't pull out a dagger, the girl in red hood was calm but in defense. The blue eyes shifted over Dawson when he introduced himself, a small smile attached. "Nice to meet you Dawson, I don't have a name, I've disowned by my parents, so it's no longer important. Call me whatever you like or find it out by yourself." said the girl flatly, like delivering a matter of fact.

If a feral cat can talk, it won't give its name easily as well. "Thanks, I could use some help. It's the famous Wonderland story, hard cover, the blue of Alice's apron with black cut-out silhouettes. It's in a shape close to square instead of a rectangle."

First Question

"What are you doing here?" After she talked about the book, she asked. "Is your room on this floor? The girl still sat on another end of the bench, but she was at least looking at him.

Feral

Didn't have a name...? Funny how that wasn't really weird in his new perspective. Just a little strange. "Uh...A'ight. I'll call ya Red f'that's okay, then." Since, well, the hoodie, and being a lost little girl and all. Or the feral little wolf with a dagger for teeth.

Dawson pulled at his cap and nodded. "Square Alice in Wonderland book, gotcha." Getting to his knees, he pulled back his sleeves and began to dislodge some of the bigger pieces of rubble.

First Question

"Well, uh," he gestured down the hall, "I was workin' with some other Moon folks tryna get the plumbin' on this floor workin' again. But naw, I live in the basement. You?"

Feral

She laughed for the first time, "Not the best one I've got, but not bad." Red squinted at the back of the working man, resting her elbow on her lap. "You're from Moon division, aren't you?" She heard that Moon hunters are specialized in renovation and construction work.

Dawson Grace, the cinnamon roll people called him on twitter, indubitably she knew him. Yet, it was the first time they met in real life. It won't be too much to affirm from the actual person.