It had been another stellar day for Celestia Ludenberg. With several millions of yen all in neatly made piles, tied together with ribbon and firmly placed into her oversized purse, it was yet another inevitable victory for the naturally talented girl. It had been a little below the usual stakes she was accustomed to, but nevertheless a victory was a victory. And nothing was more important to "Celes" than knowing she had came out as the victor whilst her opponents would need to consider filing for bankruptcy. Winning was as sweet as honey.
Having escorted herself out through the back door of the establishment, she made her way through the dimly lit side streets. People tended to be sore losers when it came to something such as poker and would often get their little buddies to help them relive some stress from the victors, so Celes knew it to be smarter to take the lesser known routes that any unwanted assailants wouldn't try to use. Now a fair distance from the place the game had taken place, Celes began to make her way through the regular streets, certain that she was in the clear from any attackers.
It was deathly late at night, just coming past 1am by then. Giving out a long yawn, Celes thought towards how she'd even manage to stay awake at school tomorrow. She had even considered not coming to the poker game that night, aware that she needed to go to school the preceding day. However, she succumbed to her own desires and decided against not attending. Thinking over the night, Celes felt it was the right choice, having some extra cash in her pocket now. She continued onwards through the near abandoned city streets, only the occasional flicker of a nearby car or a sole light turned on in a house to even give a signal of life nearby.
The night was fairly cold, a chilly breeze fluttering about her elongated black drills. Her already pale skin meant she didn't show any signs of the coldness, but in truth Celes felt bothered by the chills of the night. Not wanting to be out too much longer, she opted for a quicker route home by using her knowledge of the surrounding area. Turning a corner so to enter a back-alley once more, she left the artificial lights of the paved streets and entered the darkness of the worn side route.
The chills only got worse in the secluded walls, much to Celes' dismay. The narrow passage led to the wind being streamlined, an array of freezing blasts brushed into her face. Her mouth scrunched up and her nose wrinkled. She picked her pace up, the sooner she was out of the cold the better. It was a shorter route, so she felt it was worth it.
That was when she heard something. Celes felt it typical to be followed into such a dark passage, she even admired that one of her rivals was this determined to follow her all the way out here and hide out in the route. How they knew the way she'd take or whether it was pure luck was unknown, but she needn't have time to question it. Turning around, she looked about in the pitch black with her red intimidating eyes.
She saw nothing through the darkness, but she still heard the sounds. Not a footstep, not heavy breathing, nothing she expected. It instead sounded like something being clanged together gently, like two pieces of metal tinking against one another. Celes glanced from left to right, not seeing a single thing. She found it strange, so she stepped about slowly. She was not one to avoid her adversaries, however skewered her thought process may be.
The sounds grew louder, the gentle metallic noises seemingly getting closer. Celes moved onwards, sure she'd see the figure if she kept going onwards. That was until her slightly outstretched hand met the cold wall before her. She didn't expect it, sure that the noise was very much near to her. That is until she realised that she had been wrong. The noise was from behind her.
Turning around as fast as she could, her angered prepared look turned quickly to a small smile. It was a face she recognised, one she had seen many times in the past. Though, something felt off about this face, which see soon realised about. Her confusion only lasted a second, as by the next moment in time she suffered a sharp blow to the head, sending her unconscious in a single swoop. Falling to the floor and losing vision, she continued to hear the very same sounds, the familiar person looming over her until she finally was out cold.
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