Open RP

Clara strolls through the crowded sidewalks in New York. The sun was minutes from setting but the streets were as alive as ever. But it’s to be expected on a Friday evening, that’s when the practically city-wide nightlife blossoms.

Friday and Saturday nights were always the most unpredictable with some weeks worse than others. Clara has developed a ‘love-hate’ relationship with the days, grateful they gave her something to do but uncertain as to what that day might entail.
For now, she was a silent observer hiding in plain sight and prepared to strike at a moments notice.