For the first time since the start of the new year, Sidouer sat atop one of the tall buildings overlooking downtown Destiny City.

“It’s quiet,” she mused. Aside from a few ornery drivers honking their horns, everything felt kind of still. Like a snow globe after all the white flakes had settled. Perhaps it was a product of the cold weather. Be it either because they are sick or simply have no desire to go out in the cold, Sidouer understood why someone would opt out of powering up in lieu of a warm home and an episode of something on Netflix.

For the last month, she had done exactly that, neglected her duty for selfish reasons. For almost half of a year, Mei had justified not reprising her role as the Senshi of Static because she had been taking care of her friend after his near-fatal accident. But now that he was no longer a part of her life, she had no such excuse. And so, for the better part of the last hour, Sidouer had patrolled her usual neighborhoods in search of the one thing she knew didn’t give two shits about the weather; youma.

As of yet not a single aura, be it belonging to order or chaos, had been felt; which was a little disheartening, to say the least, but her goal remained the same.

Sidouer’s fist closed at her side as she rose to her feet and walked towards the edge of the building. “Just one...” That was her quota for the evening, to dust a single youma before calling it a night. Should be simple enough, or so she hoped. And so, without further delay, Sidouer leaped from rooftop to rooftop, paying special mind to stay above street lights, as she headed towards the more industrial part of town where a homeless encampment had started to grow.

While youma might not discriminate between a wealthy individual walking to their luxury car or someone digging food out of a trash can, she suspected that an agent might. A no-named presumed to be a drug addict with no connections or anyone to miss them if they suddenly disappeared seemed to be a target that someone with an intellectual mind might go after.

However, the broken street lamps and long dark shadows provided by the ones that still worked provided ample places where a youma could hide. Feral ones especially that took on the form of more rabid dogs or smaller critters were likely to wander to this area; or so she assumed.

Be it as it may, after patrolling a wide perimeter, Sidouer felt no aura here either.

Strange, she thought to herself. Gaze gliding over the graffiti covered buildings and shattered windows from abandoned properties. Either something, or someone, stronger than she was, was watching at a distance- careful enough to make sure she didn’t get too close to sense them.

Or… and that was a bit or…

Chaos agents and their mindless beasts retired early for the evening leaving her with absolutely nothing to find. “Well, this sucks-” Sidouer’s lips pursed into a thin line, her expression clearly displeased.

Nothing to do about it now, Perhaps she would get lucky and run into one on her way home. Likely not with how this evening had gone so far, but that wasn’t reason enough for her not to hope.