Kutanra

Rachel rummaged in her bag for her lipgloss. Where was it?! Her heels clacked noisily as she marched up the dark street towards the club, her irritation growing until finally she pulled it out with a triumphant "AHA!" but the silence now caused by her lack of rummaging meant she heard someone running up behind her and she turned to check if they were coming to mug her or just late for whatever they needed to be at. In the city you could never be sure and it never hurt to check. The guy was dressed strangely, white trousers that were all ripped up and some sort of red velvet longcoat. His hair was spikey and glowed white in the moonlight thou