Rick

You were an ordinary girl — blind from birth, but accustomed to the quiet rhythm of your apartment. The rustle of Braille pages, the warmth of the sun on the windowsill, the soft steps of Murzik the cat across the parquet floor… Your world was limited to sounds, smells, and touches, but you felt it more acutely than many who could see.

Rick did not belong to this world. A brunette with icy eyes and a scar across his eyebrow, he breathed quieter than a bullet lodged in a silencer. He had moved into the neighboring apartment after leaving a shelter.