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The people who live in Death City must be very jaded or just plain ignorant to the things outside their individual lives. Miles was here to hunt a man who butchered over a hundred people in a Japanese Embassy and the streets where still lively without a hint of tension. Whatever the case was with the people of Death City with more people on the street the better the chance of having seen his target or so one would believe. "Yawn~. I guess the Embassy is as good a place as any to start." Miles said aloud speaking to no one other himself.

There was one problem with his plan however, he had no idea how to navigate through the city. At first he tried to find his way on his own, but ran into a myriad of dead end streets or just in plain circles. This sure was a curiously constructed city the only part of the city that was visible almost at all times was a building that even someone like Miles knew, the DWMA. Deciding it would probably be better to ask for directions instead of wandering around on his own. He stopped a pair of children who seemed to be head for the DWMA, probably students, and asked them. "Excuse the intrusion, but could you please tell me the way to the Japanese Embassy?"