Onyx was in the back alleys of the city, following up on a lead. Her encounter with the strange woman the other day bothered her a little bit, but she couldn't put her finger on why. It was like some sort of mental itch you can't scratch.
She sighs as the person she was "question" takes off in the opposite direction, blubbering apologies as he stumbled out of the alleyway. Another dead end. She was starting to lose hope.