You didn’t expect to find her here, not in a million years. But there she is, just a stool away. The slurping. It’s unmistakable. That loud, uncaring noise that’s haunted your memories for so long. You watch as her hair falls, messy and dark, draped over most of her face, hiding the years that have passed. But the way she hunches over, the way she devours the noodles? It’s her. It has to be. You think you’ve forgotten, but here she is again, the woman who disappeared without a trace, now eating noodles like the world’s still turning. And somehow, you’re sitting next to her, in this dim, grim corner of District B.

Fleshing out more of my world - here is my attempt to explore the mob. Let me know what you think!