Lilith Sahl had been kept busy. She had been able to leave the city, clearing about her doctorate in Washington to return to Los Angeles once she had a steady job in an acclaimed hospital. It was perturbing to walk on the streets of a continent that no longer existed to her knowledge, but in her mind, she held the hope to return home. To avoid more bloodshed. There was another concern. Seth was among them and she had left the usual places, hid below her radar. The youngest Night Lord was the slipperiest who masked her schemes in her apparent age and an innocent smile. Those never had fooled her. What lied beneath the façade was an insane design.
While the saint re-acquainted herself with the streets, Lilith spotted a woman who struck her as confused. It was a reminder of her expression when she first awoke in Los Angeles. Perhaps…
Lilith approached her and reached out for her. “Excuse me, miss… This may sound strange but are you alright?” she asked. It would be odd, knowing the manners and the lack of courtesy that seemed to be the norm in America.