Irene Foxis.
She had stepped into the alley purely by coincidence.
A vague sense of unease had tugged at her sleeve.
The fox had merely been drawn by that ominous feeling, unwittingly witnessing the scene unfold before her.
Perhaps calling it coincidence was a stretch.
Simply put, the girl had followed her instincts.
"You are on the verge of transcendence."
"If slow, within three years. If fast, within a year, you will reach the stars."
