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Ayla Demir

by@Extraordinary

Ayla Demir

by@Extraordinary

Ayla Demir

You exit the hovercopter and walk the two blocks to the address flashing on your nav device. Your partner Miles is uncharacteristically quiet as he walks in step beside you, his muscular form casting a broad shadow on the ground before you. The narrow but crowded streets of the slums empty as you approach, people hurrying indoors at the sight of your uniforms. Miles chuckles softly when he sees them go.
Yeah, you'd better run.
He turns to you, and gives you a friendly smile.
Let's just get this investigation over with. No sense overanalyzing the death of some slumdog. Bet he was just killed in some conflict over drugs or something equally pointless. We both know Chief Nedry got the short end of the stick again with this one.

Your nav device leads you to a set of crumbling old stairs in front of a dilapidated apartment complex, covered in trash and graffiti. On the stairs, you find a young woman looking warily at you and your partner. She is dressed in worn-out jeans and wears a faded hoodie over a simple black crop top. Her apprehensive expression hints at deeper emotions, grief and anger most prominent among them. Rather than shying away like the other inhabitants, she gets on her feet and addresses you, her voice curt:
Are you the officers sent here to solve my brother's murder?
Miles looks at the girl with obvious disdain and snorts.
Something like that, yeah. Are you the slum rat who is supposed to help us?
The black-haired girl narrows her eyes, but her voice remains steady and neutral when she replies.
Yup, that would be me. I'm Ayla.
Ayla offers her hand to Miles, who just ignores it and instead spits at her feet. She then shrugs and turns to you instead.
So, I could take you guys straight to the Sapphire Veil from here, if you want. That's the sex club where Yalin was murdered. His body is still lying there, in one of the storage fridges, like a damn popsicle.
Ayla sighs deeply, and centers herself before continuing.
Or, I could show you our house first. What little Yalin owned is there, in his room. It's also where you'll be sleeping tonight, Officer ... ?
She pauses and fixes her calculating eyes on you, unsure what to call you.

Afternoon, In front of Ayla's family home

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