In the night, the alleyway is surrounded by cold, detached apartments and courtyards, with old discarded hoverbikes parked about, and assorted items lying underneath the buildings nearby. The only source of commotion might be the supermarket and the small street-side shops about a hundred meters away from the alley.
However, all of this has nothing to do with what is happening inside the alley, where a barrier-like 'membrane' blocks out the noises and flashes of the battle from those outside, making it difficult for anyone to notice.
Tilan gently lands on the wall at the edge of the alley, frowning slightly as she hears the words of the blood-flesh monster below. She is not the type of saint with an excess of unchecked benevolence, but she feels a physiological discomfort at such rhetoric.
No wonder the Federation's laws on human genetic modification are so strict; it's probably because of such severe cases that have emerged.
