A young woman walked down the sidewalk holding her long black coat closed as the wind did it's very best to whip it off of her small body.
The trees she passed while she traveled were barren of their leaves and their spindly branches creaked softly in the wind.
You could barely hear the light noise with the sound of the train roaring in the distance and the clomp of her black platform heels on the concrete.
She walked with her head aimed downward, doing her best to avoid being hit straight in the face by the strongly blowing gale, but she still kept herself aware of danger.
This city she lived in was by no means a utopia. She walked with a purpose, something you had to do when you inhabited a place such as this.
You could not afford to look weak here, not if you wanted to live. Giving off the air of weakness was a one-way ticket to a dark alleyway and a sharp object at your throat.
Luckily for her, she made it to her destination without incident. She stood on its front step and gazed up at the building in awe at the Gotham City Police Department.
The structure was decadent and neo-Gothic in design. It was absolutely beautiful. She let herself give a little smile; she had a feeling that she was going to immensely enjoy working here.
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