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2 weeks pre heist
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Laying in a puddle of her own blood, Morana apprehends that you really can't trust crooks.

She thought they had a deal, an agreement, maybe even more. Maybe even a connection. However, she seemed to be mistaken because her whole body was aching, and she was all alone laying in the shadows. Her head screaming but her mouth keeping quiet.

She scrunched her eyebrows together and clenched her teeth trying to keep the hot tears in that were starting to pile up in her eyes. All her efforts were for nothing. Her name was back to being dirt. She felt paralyzed laying there staring towards the sky trying to count the stars.

If her mother and father would see her now, they'd be mortified. Their pretty daughter laying in a mixture of her blood and filth, biting her lips to seal away the sob that would show her defeat. Hell, she felt ashamed. Wasn't the first thing she was schooled to never trust a criminal?

That thought almost made her giggle, every man that ever told her that rule turned out to be one of the individuals she was supposed to stay away from. It seemed like her life was bounded to fail. Maybe the gods she was taught about never were in her favor. Perhaps they were betting on who could destroy her life the most. Well, whoever planned the last couple of days was certainly winning. Morana had no idea where to go or what to do now.

She started to sit up, resting every couple of seconds to breathe. Every time she took in a new breath it felt like she was being stabbed and her vision went hazy. She leaned her back against a wall and squeezed her eyes shut. Surviving the night seemed like a good first step towards a new future so she tried to figure out what parts of her body would need help. But she couldn't concentrate, his words and actions being repeated in her mind over and over again. She looked up at the sky again.

She truly adored stars. They were always there for her. She knew that even if the world would stop spinning, the moon would explode, or the sun would burn up, the stars would be there watching over her. Shinning their light bright and clear to make her find a path to lead her back home.

But today the light seemed to fade into eternity, with the clouds hanging heavy over the

rooftops of Ketterdam. The city was loomed into thick fog making breathing difficult and seeing impossible. So, the sound of metal hitting the ground was the only sign of approaching danger.

Recognizing the sound, Morana tried to jump up, but her muscles denying her brain even that. Therefore, her eyes just gazed upwards seeing the approaching boy. She recognized every single detail about him. His hair that he undoubtedly cut on his own, his well-made suit, and the smirk he held. Lips made of pride holding words made for greed.

"Who do we have here?" his eyes flashing with arrogance for catching her in a diminished state.

Morana narrowed her eyes, "Brekker." It was neither an invitation nor provocation and still, the boy lowered himself to her level and then sat down leaving a gap. She wished that gap would never close. She wanted him to stay as far away as possible.

"I see we found ourselves in quite the situation." His voice was filled with so much condescension, Morana wanted to strangle him.

"What do you want Brekker?" Morana had no desire in having a conversation with the bastard of the barrel. She looked to her left, where he sat. He was only a few inches taller than her but in her exposed state, he could have been towering miles above her. His dark coat was only a few inches from her exposed arm. She was certain if she were to accidentally have contact with it, she would freeze to death from it.