Scarlet had been stalking away when she caught a cookie to the face. She caught it before it hit the ground and she examined it a moment before shrugging and taking a bite off of it. If she'd known where it had come from, she might have thought twice about it. However, her mind was preoccupied with what Bartholemew had said. She wasn't a monster? A sardonic laugh escaped her; that was rich. A monster was all she'd been treated as for as long as she could remember... Which, in all honesty wasn't that long. The shadow demon walked through the city a few more minutes, pondering her options. Yes, she wanted to know her history. She'd been looking for it from the moment she'd woken up in that awful storm. Bartholemew did seem to know something about her past, and when she'd been near him, it all felt familiar. He, and the mention of the mysterious Project: Midnight, had triggered a resurfacing of memories that Scarlet hadn't even known she'd had. If she wanted to learn anything about who she was or where she came from, then she didn't have any other choice but to go with him and whomever else decided to tag along.<br/><br/>Being a demon, especially one attuned to the plane of shadows, meant it was a death sentence to trust easily. She didn't trust a single person, not now, not ever. Maybe. But the people just now had been so... Different. How could they have gone through life without facing the same ridicule and torment that Scarlet had? The answer was obvious: They hadn't. Save for the Dayman, perhaps, but she was really trying hard to NOT think about the lunatic royal and his strangeness.<br/><br/>She huffed, a growl sounding in her throat. This was not a situation she wanted to be a part of, but her options were otherwise nonexistent. Her groan was drowned out by a crack of thunder and a roar of motorcycles. On instinct, she hid herself (and her cookie) in the shadows.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell is that?</span><br/><br/>Her eyes followed the lead rider, who seemed to crackle with lightning (Scarlet already didn't like her). What was more, the stranger was headed for her previous companions. She cursed her displeasure at the entire thing, then sank into the shadows and slunk back to where she'd been before. For now, she'd wait and see what this strange being wanted. If it (she?) appeared to be hostile, Scarlet was in a perfect position to remove her from the picture. An odd sensation flashed in the back of her mind, along with the revelation that assassination had always come easily to her.