Julien's eyes went wide.
He knew that voice anywhere.
He quickly looked to the side, peering through the circle of armed guards who were still pointing their weapons right at his chest.
The tense crowd parted slowly, and a familiar figure walked right through the gap.
A woman with long black hair stepped into the glow of the portable construction lights.
She wore a neat, practical dress that looked entirely out of place in the dirty, blood-stained scavenger market.
A slender sword in a dark hung casually at her waist.
It was Maya.
'What is she even doing all the way out here in the dead zones?' Julien thought to himself, completely baffled by her sudden appearance.
Then a specific memory clicked into place in his brain. Isabella had told him a few details about Maya's father a while back.
The man had some history out in the gates. Julien quickly figured she must have travelled all the way out to this unregulated market to deal with that exact family matter.
