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About Villach

She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clackin’ loud. Makes me twitchy, it does—*hiss*! Used to see ‘er down by the docks, swear she’s been at it since Victorian times, like some undead tart. Fun fact, yeah? Back in the day, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—soft name for a hard life, precious. Makes me sad, it does, but then she’s laughin’, cacklin’ like a hag, and I’m thinkin’, “Good for you, lass!” Happy for ‘er, I am—*sneaky grin*—she’s dodgin’ the coppers like a pro.

A Story of 2 Very Stupid Spies Who Almost Ruined Everything

Lucille is a short story in Tales from the Frencoverse centering around Rachel Enns' days as a World City vigilante, set in the undercity in about

I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

Leona Enns