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Roza was in a horrible, terrible mood.

It had started with that weird black thing on the giant television screens (GEHENNA, she remembered it being called) threatening to destroy her entire known world. Generally, when someone threatens to destroy you and everything around you, it's pretty much a given that your day and mood will suck as a result. It didn't help that right afterward the entire planet was blacked out, which everybody in the Lower City seemed to take as and excuse to either run around panicking like chickens with their heads cut off or loot, kill, and rape anyone in their immediate vicinity (at least, more looting, killing, and raping than usual). It really didn't help when, less than an hour later, a certain Dagojouiisan synthetic called her up to task her with finding and babysitting his eldritch charge, who was trying to travel to the very thing that had kicked off these bad turn of events, and destroy it. At least he had been decent enough to provide her a means to get to get onto the Realta Nua, the ship where the eldritch rogue Byatis was supposed to be on.

Even in her bad mood, Roza couldn't help but appreciate the splendor of this huge city before her. It was certainly prettier than the Lower City, and definitely prettier than Dagojouiise, her homeland and by a particular twist of fate, her current destination. She had mixed feelings about that last part.

Clinging tightly to her her small satchel and her long bow with it's quiver full of arrows, she scanned the crowd for Byatis. He was a big eldritch abomination, his... unique sort of appearance shouldn't be as hard as it was beginning to feel. Stuff like this would be hard to miss. Unless, Roza thought, He's turned invisible. In that case, she was screwed.