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In a seedier part of Corona, several men wearing Haven-based football jerseys walk through down, getting death glares and verbal scorn from various people they pass by.

"Go back to Mama Uldritch, warmongers!" shouted one man.

"We don't appreciate your kind hanging around here acting like they own the place!" exclaimed another.

The Haven men, to their credit, do not shout back and keep walking, trying to find a way out of this seedy district. And possibly back to Haven. They aren't acting out, to be sure, but they're not going to wait around in Corona for someone to do something rash. Like hurt them.

"Aww..." came a distinct female voice from the doorway of a nearby shack. "Sorry about the unwelcome wagon, tourists..."

A shapely woman dressed in a barely-fitting red dress stepped out of her doorway, approaching the Haven men, who stop in their course, enraptured by her beauty.

"Maybe I could... make it up to you?" asked the woman, winking at one of the men in particular.

"You, eh... you lot go on ahead," said the winked-at man. "I'll catch up to you later."

The men playfully jab at the "lucky son of a gun" before laughing and keeping on walking. The lone Haven man left follows the woman back into her shack, where she shuts the door behind him. A minute or two later, his muffled, panicked cries can barely be heard from within, not that many would care to listen to what goes on behind those walls. After all, that's where Umbra, Pure Shadow of Lust, is rumored to hold court...