It had been a nice day, and Lee felt like walking home instead of taking a bus. Sure, it was kind of a lengthy walk, but she still felt restless despite a day of chasing students around a soccer field. She kept her hands jammed in the pockets of her shorts and almost smiled as she thought of the hot shower that was waiting for her before another night of prowling alleys and rooftops. And looking for a new bar to drink at. She missed Furor's back in Bete Noir--so far, she'd found nothing similar here. Well, nothing similar that hadn't been accidentally destroyed.
She didn't give any mind to the murders other than keeping one eye and one ear out for people talking. Between a finely-honed sense of awareness (barring the times when she was dead drunk, of course) and her usual invulnerability, she hadn't even considered herself a target.
Which was why she was so surprised to find a knife in her as she rounded a quiet corner street.
She yelled more in anger than in pain, and wondered how the hell the knife had gotten past her defenses. This fucking city, she thought in a moment of insight. I should have fucking known. The knife had severed something inside of her, she could tell. Some fucking artery she had never bothered to remember the name of. "Fuck you, you dumb fuck!" she screamed as she tried to lash out, to get a good view of the son of a bitch who was killing her.