It was odd, waking up and having no memory of the night before, or any night or day before actually. That was the dilemma he woke up facing. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or why he was in this dusty and old looking building. With dark green eyes that were a little more than dazed, he looked around and tried to at least orientate himself. There were broken boards around him. Some were rotten and everything was dusty. Below him was just the floor and splintered wood. Above him was a table with glass that was now shattered into small pieces.

The blond man sat up and nearly fell back down. His head was pounding like it was about to split open or something. He winced and held his head and waited for the pain to subside a little. He looked at his hands and they were cut from the glass. He must have fallen from somewhere. He didn't know why or how he ended up here. He was alone. It was a scary feeling, knowing you had no idea who you were and being utterly alone.

The man pulled himself up off the ground and nearly fell. He cried out in pain and grabbed at the wall. He ended up landing on his knees and hands. He looked at his foot and winced. His ankle was broken at least. He cussed under his breath and hoisted himself up on one leg. He used the wall for support and started jumping over the clutter and out of the building. Now he had to figure out who the hell he was.

"He won't be that hard to find. You worry too much." The voice almost sounded caring, concerned even. Almost. Even in the dark light that the woman sat in, you could plainly see the smug look on her face. She was sitting on a desk, her long legs draped over one another casually, her arms crossed across her chest, and her green eyes fixed upon one other person. She got nothing more than a grunt in reply to her accusation, but it didn't bother her. She was confident to the point of cockiness, and everyone knew it. She was also not someone to mess with.

Even for her small size, she still managed to look intimidating. Red hair fell freely down her back, slight waves forming in it. Her body was small, she stood no more than 5'1, but her limbs were toned and lithe. But the most noticeable thing about her was the tattoo that covered her left shoulder, spiraling down to her elbow. She was the girl with the snake tattoo.

"I'm not sure where he ran off to, but I think he's injured. Bring him back."

"Of course, that's my job isn't it?" Tally said, sliding off the desk and walking toward the door. She stopped for a second to wink coyly at the figure, and then disappeared out the door. As far as she knew, she was looking for one man who had caused all this trouble. The one who had stirred up the whole gang by getting himself hurt. Tally had never met the man, she hadn't had a reason too. She was not tied to the same gang as he was, in fact, she wasn't tied to any of them. She was something of a mercenary these days, going from place to place to whoever would pay her for their odd jobs. And this was one of those times.

Her steps took her out of the building she had just been in, and she headed in the direction of where he had been seen last. It was a good place to start if nothing else. Tally took care to wrap her coat around herself, keeping the tattoo covered, and keeping herself from becoming noticeable. She looked quite normal when she did this, some might even say attractive perhaps. She slipped her hands into the coat pockets, and put on a charming facade for the people she passed by.

"I wonder what he's gone and done that he's just disappeared..." Tally said with a sigh. She wasn't sure what to be expecting, her instructions really weren't clear beyond finding this person. But then again, that's all she needed to know. Wasn't it?