Familiar Face

Jin'Lor sighed as the teenager turned on her heels and bolted away. Frowning, he followed her calmly, sheathing his knife and slipping both hands into his jacket pockets.

A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, but went unlit as he silently followed the teenager. He was curious about her, curious about everything. The man had done so much and still felt he knew so little, yet his mental stability was always at stake. His last encounter with someone who simply disagreed with him had turned into a bloodbath.

What he did not expect to see was the familiar face of Liden when followed Serenity. "Damn..." He muttered.