Leta was half way conscious laying on the ground in a heap yet no one seemed to care enough to help. She was living on the streets, she hadn't eaten for days and she was dehydrated but what seemed to be the nail in the coffin was getting trampled by a horse owned by one of the nearby vendors as he simply laughed.

After all this Leta was left laying on the streets alone as what she thought were probably her final moments. She scoffed bitterly what had she done in a past life to deserve this?