Shilo felt at least a little blessed that she did not suffer from agoraphobia.
The outside overwhelmed her, of course, but she didn't panic when she stepped out into the night air. She clutched her wrist instinctively; she might have ditched the medical alarm her father had forced her to wear, but its presence had been ingrained in her since early childhood.
"Gonna stand there all night?" She looked up at Graverobber, his brow lifted quizzically.
"No," she responded, her voice haughty. "I'm right behind you." She skittered to his side, the scars at the back of her head barely visible in the dim light.
"Just try to watch your back, kid. And if you get the chance, watch mine too, eh?"
Shilo hid in the background while Graverobber met with his regulars. Most of them were women- including that one woman that Shilo had met the night of the carnival- but there were a few men as well. They were not as sexual in their exchanges,