A faint blue light illuminating the air shaft, you already knew where you were. You don't know how you could've without falling to your death, but there you were, stepping lightly on a blade of the crashed propeller- the lab, her lab. The ground was covered in graffiti symbols you knew by heart, the bright colors providing a strong contrast to the dark steel. As you walked further, your ears caught wind of the blasting music and the turning of gears. You were in the right place.

Well, time to say hello to the blue-haired ticking bomb of the undercity.