Heir of the Forgotten

~Venice~

The hairs on Selene's neck stand up straighter as the lower city's borders grow closer... She frequented only one place here, a small bar. Though it was more like a club than a bar.

Dorian holds himself tall, scanning their surroundings. Anyone who might give them trouble sees the rose pendant that dangles on his belt and backs away. The rose he wears holds a crown at its top. The pendant is a symbol of the Royal Guard, warning all those who know it.

Selene walks between the Captain and the Prince, as relaxed as she can be approaching this city.

Vincent tilts his head back and straightens out his posture. The darkening atmosphere causes him to shiver. He's never been here before; few respectable people have.

The glares they get as people spit in their direction are a unique type. He's used to people disliking him. The praise their family gets is fake. Only those who benefit from the king genuinely care for him. But this was not simple dislike. Vincent's never felt such disdain before. It's like they see him as a traitor to his kind.

Unlike the two males, Selene tries to appear smaller. She knows that sticking out could draw attention, which is not what they want right now.

The walk is agonizing, each step filled with anxiety. There's a small crowd lingering outside the Medic Den, whispering among themselves. Selene sighs, knowing what they're about to find.

She doesn't react like she had the last few times. She steps over a body and ignores it. They were an afterthought.

"Selene, you shouldn't go ahead like that." Dorian steps over the bodies as well and flips on the lights. He sighs, staring at the bodies.

Vincent sighs as he scans the room. "Wonderful..." It's not as messy or cruel as the other murders had been, but just because it's neater doesn't make this any less bothersome for them. They are still a step behind this assassin, after all.

Dorian nods as if he shares Vincent's thoughts. Death is a common occurrence here. It's so overrun with criminals and murders gone cold that no one would care about a few more. He leans down to check for a pulse. In doing so, he sighs. "They've probably been dead since last night."

Vincent nods as he goes flipping through things. "If it was our assassin, he certainly caused quite a mess." He kicks around some broken glass.

Selene clamps her hands into tight fists as she steps on the glass to reach cabinets. "He's making sure we know he followed us." He has no plans on being caught; his bold movements say as much. He's also clearly good at what he does. Judging by the look of things. The wounds are precise and accompanied by no signs of struggle.

Dorian pulls out patient logs, scanning through the sheets for the victim's name. Unfortunately, most of the names aren't listed. It's an honest shame that the fae who ran this place chose to do this. She could have been an actual physician instead of helping illegally. "We won't find anything useful here."

Selene had never been here before, now that she thought about it. She had known about its existence, but she'd never sought treatment. They had people for that job.

"Just because this place has less promise than the last stops doesn't mean there's nothing to learn. Maybe put the prejudice down. You realize underhand treatment is cheap, right? Some people take risks to help others for less benefit." She said, her eyes skimming around the room, searching.

"We should probably focus on the offices or try to find out where she lived. Or if she lived here, where?" Vincent steps between the two.

He narrows his eyes at his friend to warn him off. It's not Dorian's responsibility to lecture Selenetta. Hell, he should cut her a break. She's the one who's being affected by all of this.