Zlator just stopped at the begining of the ally, he smiled, knowing that there where people in there, because he could feel them. And with the way she was dressed and what part of town she was in, she was going to need help, but as long as she did not get hurt, he did not care.
He saw the girl walk into his home, it was just an ally, but it was his home. He eyed he clothes and saw that she was a young girl, but rich none the less. "Well hello little girl, how may i help you on this fine day." He stepped out of the shadows. He looked like a once good looking man, but with no showering and old clothes, he looked just like he should.