“The full name of the street was Nameless Way, but most people simply called it ‘Nameless’. It was in the worst part of the city, a dingy little alley where riffraff and unsavory types often hung out.
One of the walls had been plastered with notices from top to bottom by people looking for help, lost things, or simply sharing the news of the city, and there among all the scraps a paper was exactly what she had been looking for: A note with a single ‘G’. Her pale eyes rested on the letter, she held back a faint smile. It was their system for getting in touch.
The evening had just begun; it would be many hours before he would show up but on this particular evening she had nothing better to do. So, she waited – and for a good while too, before she noticed something else had followed her… “