Eevee quickly walked through the dirty streets, her head held high, trying avoid any contact with any people. The last time her eyes had settled on one of the residents she immediately wished she hadn't. The appearance of the people of the slums very much intimidated her, but of course, she couldn't let them know that. That would lead to a hint of insecurity and at any moment she could get mugged by any one of those barmy thieves. Eevee had heard once heard about a person who had gotten lost in a place with similar attributes to the slums. You could just say that person didn't live happily ever after in the end of that story. Actually "live" may have been an exaggeration...
A shiver ran down Eevee's back. This was a much too dodgy for any proper (young!) English woman. At first, when her friend had asked her to go to the slums she had been very tempted to say "No way am I going to a dirty town like that!" but Eevee wasn't totally cold-hearted and her friend was in desperate need of a special item that was rumored to be found here. Now Eevee wished hadn't gone and she was back at home sipping tea from her favorite cup and listening to classical music. But that wasn't happening. What was happening now was more like a nightmare to Eevee. She so very much wanted to wake herself up but that was impossible. This horrible place was no figure of her subconscious. Instead of drinking tea, Eevee was forced to inhale the awful stench that made her stomach churn. And instead of listening to classical music, Eevee had to endure the terrible noises of drunken shouts, baby screams, and even sometimes the whistling of old greasy men.
Eevee paused in her strides to see where she was going. She quickly looked down at the peice of paper in her hands. On it, written in handwriting was the address she was supposed to go to find someone who could help her find what she was looking for. Just as she was trying to read the address someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her into an alley. A scream barely escaped from her mouth before a hand covered it. Extreme panic began to overwhelm Eevee and before she could understand what was happening, everything went black.
A shiver ran down Eevee's back. This was a much too dodgy for any proper (young!) English woman. At first, when her friend had asked her to go to the slums she had been very tempted to say "No way am I going to a dirty town like that!" but Eevee wasn't totally cold-hearted and her friend was in desperate need of a special item that was rumored to be found here. Now Eevee wished hadn't gone and she was back at home sipping tea from her favorite cup and listening to classical music. But that wasn't happening. What was happening now was more like a nightmare to Eevee. She so very much wanted to wake herself up but that was impossible. This horrible place was no figure of her subconscious. Instead of drinking tea, Eevee was forced to inhale the awful stench that made her stomach churn. And instead of listening to classical music, Eevee had to endure the terrible noises of drunken shouts, baby screams, and even sometimes the whistling of old greasy men.
Eevee paused in her strides to see where she was going. She quickly looked down at the peice of paper in her hands. On it, written in handwriting was the address she was supposed to go to find someone who could help her find what she was looking for. Just as she was trying to read the address someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her into an alley. A scream barely escaped from her mouth before a hand covered it. Extreme panic began to overwhelm Eevee and before she could understand what was happening, everything went black.