Sven Village, Housing District:
Light green eyes watched the man, never once straying from their target. Knuckles burned white as they clamped tightly around the vibro-knife. Poor fellow never saw it coming. Leaping out of the shadows the figure attacked him, digging the knife deep into his chest- or at least she thought she did. Nothing happened. A few blinks later and she was staring at nothing. There was no man. There had never been.
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Damn it. Another hallucination. Those were getting really irritating. Especially when they left me in the middle of an alleyway, my own knife inches from my chest, with no idea what just happened. I had been planning on robbing the rich-looking man, stealing his credits before slipping back into the shadows. That had utterly failed. Sighing I put the blade away and got up. Someone around here had to have left their door unlocked, or dropped a wallot. Or so I hoped. I needed credits badly.
Stretching out I started walking, keeping to the shadows as I went. Stalking the prey was the best part of the hunt, and I looked forward to chasing an unsuspecting victim down. Now to find the perfect one...