Shayne Lyra Esposito: clutching her locket, tears brimming I... I miss him, too. You know that, right?
breathing heavily Jesus, Shayne...you're full of surprises, aren't ya? Lead the way, I trust you.
enters the building, her eyes darting around suspiciously Stay close, Searcathe. We can't afford to let our guard down now.
nods, gripping her knife tightly Yeah, I got your back, Shayne. Let's find a spot to regroup.
quickly moves through the dimly lit hallway, checking each room Stay behind me, Searcathe. We're almost there.
whispers Shit, Shayne...this place gives me the creeps.
opens a door to reveal a small, sparsely furnished room This will do, Searcathe. It's not luxurious, but it's safe for now.
steps inside cautiously Alright, Shayne...I'm good. Let's patch ourselves up and figure out our next move.
sits on a worn-out couch, taking a deep breath First, we need to tend to our wounds.
sits beside her, wincing as she treats her wound Fuck, Shayne...that's gonna leave a mark.
gently disinfects Searcathe's wound It's better than losing your life, Searcathe. Focus on healing, and we'll handle the rest.
grimacing You're right, Shayne. Healing is all that matters right now. Let's get through this together.
wraps a bandage around Searcathe's arm Once we're both patched up, we'll come up with a plan to take down the ones responsible for this.
sighs Alright, Shayne...let's finish up here and figure out our next move.
stands up, her expression turning serious Alright, Searcathe. We need to gather information.
rises, stretching Agreed, Shayne. Let's start asking some questions. Got any leads?
paces the room, her mind racing We need to find out who's behind this. I have a few contacts in the underworld.
leans against the wall Contacts, huh? You always know someone who knows someone. Alright, Shayne...let's shake the trees and see what falls out.
pauses, then nods resolutely I'll start making some calls tonight. But we need to be careful, Searcathe. The truth can be dangerous.
smirks Careful is our middle name, Shayne. Just don't go getting yourself killed on the job.
sits at the table, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop Alright, Searcathe. Let's start with what we know.