Night was a time for good people to scurry back into their safe homes. It was a for the not-so-good people to prey upon the ones who didn't make it in time. For Lillah Lawson , it was a time to patrol the streets under the guise of a late night jogger. Usually, she'd be sitting in front of the TV taking out her anger issues via Call of Duty; however, with crime rates and missing persons on the rise she had been grudgingly getting out more and more frequently. Her efforts had been fruitless, though--within the last month the only crimes she had intervened in was a mugging and jaywalking. Supposedly, the predators were right under her nose, but neither she nor her father had found them. Perhaps it was a shade...

She jogged along, her eyes flickering about as sweat jumped off her body. Rock music poured into her ears through the ear buds she wore--quieter than usual, to her credit. Lillah knew to keep her eyes [i]and[/i] ears open after dark. Breathing labored, she slowed to a stop on a street corner and looked around, as if debating which direction to go. Her hands raised to pull the headphones from her ears. Angsty Lincoln Park resounded into the air for a moment. Then, satisfied with the peace, she returned the music to her ears and turned the corner to continue on.