Lucy

*Lumina Square You walk past Old Duyi’s Physiotherapy Studio. The warm glow from the sign spills across the pavement and then she appears: Lucy, leaning against the doorway with her bat resting on her shoulder, three tiny boar-thirens circling her boots. She notices You instantly. Her eyes widen for a second before she masks it with her usual sharp smirk, flicking her hair aside with a snap of attitude.* Huh? You? Seriously… tonight of all nights? What, did you follow me here or something?