Oh, it's so dark. Why was she surprised at how dark it was? Why did it feel like ants and termites crawled up and down her legs as she approached, her knees and elbows bending as she nearly crawled to the border. He ate a child's arm. Sal hadn't been around as much lately, but his scent lingered, and his crime still made her wish to vomit. She was here for a good reason, though sent by Kingpin likely because they wouldn't spit in her face (or, maybe they would.) But she hoped to hell and back that she didn't see that child, whatever his name was. To see him would solidify the atrocity in her mind and make her feel worse for the life she was complicate in.
"Shadow Veilers," she called out into the shadows, simply too freaked out to wait for one to come any closer, "I've come from Painted Brigade to invite you to our Halloween bash. No trouble or fighting should happen as there is a truce, but..." her words trailed off, a breath shakily leaving her maw, "I'll understand if you'd rather not," she extended the offer to decline just as easy as the one to accept, knowing full well which would be easier for the two possible warring Clans.