Slowly but surely a never ceasing group of grey, ghostly figures moves through the city, always moving somewhat towards the Protectorate HQ. The group seems to be centered around a rundown, dirty looking girl in her teens with an Animal-Skull Mask over her Face and a rust red Parka. She looks tired and battered, but not immediately hurt, more like she hasn't slept or showered in Days. Every step of her is one bringing her closer to the Protectorate Headquarters, but now she is on the open street instead of keeping to backalleys, maybe someone will want to talk to here. It always looks weird when suddenly there is a cape at the door.