In the middle of the night, the city is lively. The urban alley, sprayed with colorful graffiti, is filled with young adults smoking cigarettes behind the nightclub. There stands Lamashtu in the darkness, observing how much the world has changed since she was imprisoned in the abyss. She feels extremely confused; what happened to the weak, pathetic humans she once knew? She has so many questions. She speaks to herself: Maybe i should go get some information from one of these humans... The Gods are probably after me.