((Okay, this RP is definitely going to contain gore, violence and (at least) mentions of abuse. Maybe other things too.))
Nika had left their house on the outskirts of town in a black mood. It hung over them still, a bitter sort of anger that had only dissipated slightly on their walk into shadier part of Nabias. The evening was still young and so the atmosphere was cheery and vibrant rather than loud and drunken. It would change, though, as it did most nights.
Normally, Nika would stay out of bars, stick to the side streets. Nika couldn't have anyone see them and the victim leave together. They had, after all, no intention of being caught. However, today, they felt different. It was a risky move certainly, and one that might not even pay off. Nika never knew quite what they were looking for until they found it, it was perhaps something in the eyes... something predatory. Either way, they wanted a drink first.
They were sat on a table near the door, a hand clasped around some sort of cocktail or other. Even Nika wasn't quite sure what it was. They cut a strange figure, dressed for the mild Nabias winter. Short dark hair curled around their face, and green eyes looked out from under heavy, but tasteful false lashes.
((Sorry, this post is a bit short. ;u; ))