Spoilers: Takes place after TMR
The wind whipped at the slender woman’s dark hair, as she observed the serenity of the night. With all the peacefulness that surrounded her, the yearning for distortion in the silence lingered. London was nice, yes, but it just couldn’t compare to her first love. The land was in her blood, no matter where in the world it refused to give her mind rest. Always haunting, beckoning even in dreams. Crossing her arms, she took a step down. Evelyn’s gaze traveled towards the street lamp. The brightly lit gas light reminded her of what she had left behind in Giza.