The cold frosted air burned in her lungs but she couldn't afford to stop. Eyes stinging as her feet struggled to maintain purchase against the slippery rooftops. Arrows whizzed past her, hollers chasing her across the city slums.
Ever since she left Marnetta's house her life had been one long game of cat and mouse. She stole to survive, reduced to nothing but a petty thief. Her posters were everywhere, both old and new. One with who she used to be and whatever she was now.
Her foot caught on a loose tile and her back hit the roof, sliding down until she went pitching over the edge.
At the last second she grabbed onto the gutter, swinging herself into the house below through an open window. Strelitzia crouched down low into the shadows, ears straining to hear her pursuers while mastering her breathing to little more than a whisper.
"Where she go?" One of them asked.
"Fuck if I know, she's a tricky catch."