>>94309537I’d danced up and down First Street like a cat on a hot tin roof, chasing ghosts and whispers, but any information on the whereabouts of Ceres Fauna was scarce as a shadow at high noon. The only lead I scraped up came from a jittery Hooman who caught me nosing around where I shouldn’t have been. The second he saw me, he bolted and ran like an owl with his feathers on fire.
I caught up to him in an alley, and held him against the wall, as he stammered, “Y-you, you're looking for Fauna right? All I know is the owl upstairs said something about a tapir! I swear, that’s it!”
I let him go, watched him scramble off into the shadows, and jotted the word TAPIR in my notebook, circling it twice. It didn’t make sense—not yet—but I’d find her. In this city, the nights are long, the odds are bad, and the deck’s stacked against you...
But Noirechads? We never lose.
