Amidst the raining streets of London, a lone enigmatic woman walks the wet street, with a black umbrella at hand. As Keira's black blazer waver against the wind, her velvet eyes stared onward the street, a blank and bored expression on her face

"At least the rain's gone."

She mumbles to herself, as her velvet hair brush up against the incoming wind, she walks idly by underneath the cloudy skies, as the bustling cars amidst the streets of the city just continued to pass by her