Walking through the dodgy Downtown should have been a breeze. Not having to deal with the snobby, arrogant people Uptown or the hustle and bustle of the gossiping chatterboxes and the beeping of angry, impatient drivers. Yes, Downtown should have been a breeze for Emilia.

Emilia strolled through the dirty, unkempt streets with paranoid caution. She could see the majesties of the skyscrapers and could imagine the prissy princesses up in their towers. They were giants towering over mushroom houses, and Emilia could only hope for the giants' mercy to not crush what she had once called home. The lights that led the way flickered and illuminated the mystery of the Statue. The Statue being some sort of authority, stopping the bad intentions of those who caught sight of it, or so the legend goes.

Emilia kicked the puddles of murky water and felt as the moisture soaked her jeans. The wind blew past and the chill flared up through Emilia's body. The sounds of traffic, in the far distance, made their way to her ears. The smells of coffee and smoke smacked her right in the face when she walked past the neon sign saying, "Coffee". Factories pumped black, sooty clouds from their industrial chimneys, and Emilia groaned and glared at them. "The world's already messed up as it is," she thought, bitterly.

Emilia was thrown out of her thoughts by a scuffle in the darkness of an alley. In a panicked frenzy, she sped up her pace, glancing at blurs of glum, dull streets, and a flurry of lights, and arrived at the run-down block of flats. She travelled up the rickety staircase until she reached the third floor. She frantically searched the doors for Apartment 5 and once found, she hesitated for a millisecond before knocking on the brown, scratched-up door.