Laoise and a dematerialized Lancer make their way back to the city center as the sun's light slips away. Their progress is slightly slowed by Laoise pausing every so often to sprinkle spores into cracks in the asphalt, waiting until the few people still out on the street aren't looking so as not to attract scrutiny. By the time they arrive in the district where the bikers died, a full moon hangs overhead, bathing the quiet side streets in a cold light.
Master and Servant end up at the intersection between two alleyways. Caution tape gently swaying in the frigid breeze marks the entrance to the larger of the two, a back passage between office buildings long enough to span an entire city block and wide enough that a road could run down the center. In contrast, the alleyway where Laoise stands is barely wide enough to accommodate both her and Lancer if they were to stand side by side.
Though the large alley is roped off and a police motorcycle leans against one of the towering buildings, it looks as though the police have been done for quite some time. Not a single body is to be found, and the pavement has already been sprayed clean with a pressure washer, in stark contrast to the grime and graffiti on the buildings. The alley looks utterly abandoned, otherwise - all the office windows facing inward are covered, some have even been boarded up, and on closer inspection the motorcycle's tires are slashed.
