Lectora L.

<><><>Legacies<><><> It was so long ago... The riots, chaos, the distant fires in the distance, a regular occurance for almost a year. The aftermath was cataclysmic cities reduced to rubble the popping of gunshots. Almost forgotten since humans keep on rebuilding... Most parts. A half charred dilapidated mansion, sitting just at the edge of a burned out zone in the edge of the city drew the attention of social media, and ghost enthusiasts rumors flew about hauntings. Oh how she hoped they were true. The sound of her silver Mazda Mx-5 was enough to dispel the teens and vagrants. She watched from her car, giggling to herself as she watched them scramble away, stepping out her modded vehicle, her icy blue eye peering through the old, Taurus revolver at her hip as she flips it up as she walks into the dark mansion through a burned out stepway as her eyes notice a green aura hiding inside a wardrobe that was barely holding itself together.