Her home back in Milan was a paradise in comparison. It was a beautiful villa with acres of land. But she had no emotional attachment to it nor did she miss it. She only missed her collection of blades. Despite the rancidness of the atmosphere in the Ghoul Nest, she still considered it a better option than the other available shelters in the area. And, if she ever wanted, she could always move back out.
But, for now, she had taken over an entire subway train. It was located in one of the most desolate sections of the station where people rarely ventured to – too far away from the more populated part of town for both junkies and scavengers. She, on the other hand, didn’t mind the distance. Actually, she liked the walk and she enjoyed the silence it brought. As for any Ghouls who did find their way to her train – well, they weren’t difficult to take care of. It was her territory and she’d never been fond of intruders.
She only reached this area of the subway because she’d been idled. But it was apparently worth it since she now knew the topolino lived down here too. “It reeks of tossicomani,” she said with unconcealed disgust. She never liked drug users. They were lesser than even the actual ratti roaming the tunnels. “But it is not so bad,” she gave a shrug of her shoulder, “It is quiet and cool here with good fortification.”
Now, it was her turn to eye him. She lifted her chin in a subtle gesture towards where he just returned from. “What are you doing out here in this weather?” Her gaze flickered over to the bag he was carrying, “Were you searching for provisions?”