An emerging nation in Central Asia... Pretty harmless all around.

That’s what a normal person would say, however, Falke was far from normal. Leave alone the Psycho Power, her way of being alone made it clear that Falke is someone different from the majority of the population. Maybe was because she was another clone, another number with a clonation date, designed for M. Bison’s body... Good f*cking Riddance to that bastard now.

Upon arriving in Nayshall, Falke decided to take a stroll around the local market and take stock of the situation... And yeah, just like she thought, street fighters ruled these parts. However, those wannabe criminals turned pale when one of them tried to get his hands on her.

As Falke walks through the Lower Nayshall District, heading for Mount Vashal. Now, it was time for her to drop her little act as a tourist.

She went speaking to some of the civilians that seemed harmless enough.

“Hello. Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to know if you know how to get to Vashal’s Slope?”

She’d ask with a cool and collected tone. Falke has always been good at hiding her intentions, after all, she couldn’t just go around asking every civilian she meets if they know if there’s a human experimentation lab in the undergrounds of Nayshall.