By Rina
They found Demeter by a trash can. Just like that.
They’d been searching for months, in places far more complicated than bare concrete alleys, but anyway, there she was.
It was true that an indifferent bystander wouldn’t have been able to tell why they’d been glad to find her at all. She appeared to have scratched the region between her legs completely open, and there were a series of large, jagged welts across her pale face.
It was surprising that the Master of Depravity could not find a more suave place to conceal her in than an empty alley with but one trash can to hide her slumbering form (if it could have done even that). Munkustrap, especially, would have been surprised, and a little suspicious (not to mention ecstatic) to find her so easily- if she had been alive.