Genesis picked up her tarot cards, running her fingers over the glossy surface. She had studied these cards for years, letting them speak their hidden meanings into her ears. She sat back down across from Rence, shuffling the deck. As he was about to begin tapping his cards, Genesis felt a sense of dread rise up in her.
"Shit", she mumbled as she tossed the cards back onto the shelf. Rence watched, confused, as she rushed towards the window. Following a pointing beggar boy, a large muscles man dressed in black headed straight toward her shop. Genesis had a feeling that he was not here because of her divination, but for something else. He walked angry, sword raised.
"Rocognize him? Lets go," she whispered, checking the dead bolt. Behind her, Rence looked out the window but Genesis didn't spare time for an answer. She ran towards the back door and flung the door open, revealing a set of stone stairs. Motioning Rence to follow, she hurried in and locked the door behind them. The began to climb, upon reaching the top, third floor, she rushed into her apartment and rummaged about in her chest. Her skirts were still dripping, "Turn around!" To Rence's back she stripped her dress, shoving it into the chest. Within seconds she had donned a light gray one, more modest than the first.
They could hear a knocking from two floors down and grabbed Rence's shirt as she ran past him towards the window. With a grunt, she shoved the sliding glass panel up and slipped out, climbing onto the roof.
"Hurry!" She called, beckoning Rence up as she scampered to the edge of the roof and listened down to the voices below. She watched Rence sit down next to her, looking a little pale.
Are you sure it's him? A burly voice boomed. His voice dripped with impatience.
"I saw the tattoos and she ran off with the fortune teller, he's with her," the little boy's voice assured him.
"What did she look like?" She heard the clink of coins down on the street.
"Dark hair, short and curvy, uhm she was wearing a green dress," and footsteps of the boy ran down the street.
Then the real banging began.