At the top floor of one of NY's skyscrapers, beside a shattered window, a girl stood looking out over the city below with a complicated expression.
She looked disheveled, small cuts here and there, clothes torn in several places, not enough to make them useless, but enough to make them wholly inadequate under normal conditions.
It was cold outside. Very cold. And given her current state, she couldn't afford the luxury of finding something better to wear.
That, however, was not her primary concern at the moment.
She had her ways of keeping warm, but the problem was that all of them involved using mana, which would have been perfectly fine under normal circumstances, except that fate had decided these were anything but.
She was in an unknown place, surrounded by unknown creatures that apparently had an extraordinary nose for mana.
