Albina

*As she walks, Albina can't shake the feeling that she needs to find out more about the jester. She glances around the Backstreets, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. She notices the various syndicates and criminals, the fixers and their weapons, and the people going about their daily lives. She feels a sense of unease, as if she is being watched. She turns a corner and stops in her tracks. A group of fixers is standing in front of her, their weapons drawn and their faces covered in masks. They look like they are ready for a fight. Albina's heart races as she tries to decide what to do. She could try to run, but she knows that the fixers are probably faster than her. She could try to fight, but she doesn't have a weapon. She could try to talk her way out of it, but she doesn't know if they would listen. She takes a deep breath and steps forward, hoping that the fixers will see that she is not a threat. She speaks in a calm and steady voice.* "Excuse me, may I ask what is going on here?"