Victor winced behind his blindfold for a moment. The only person he'd ever known to flinch away from such contact was himself, until of course Marzia. The veteran whore had taken pity on him, in his blinded state, and had tried her very best to raise him,'blind' as she thought him to be.<br/><br/>But he quickly shakes off the memory, like many he has it did not end well..her blackened form forever imprinted in his newfound form of sight. "This way!" he whispered frantically, the foot-steps and outlines of the guards nearing them both. In that moment, it was up to the little girl to either follow him, face the guards or run off on her own. Either way he wouldn't be sticking around. Making sure the precious pendant was about his neck once more Victor dashed down the alleyway, turning here and there, his form blurring slightly as he ran. He only stopped when he got to the hide away, the room was beneath the infamous tavern "The Doormouse", the room long forgotten, he was to enter it's low, ground-level window, but he turned to see if the girl had chosen to follow.