it has been a while since she entered these treaded halls. She is currently in level 11, The Endless City, and she already looks quite beaten up by something. She is sitting on the curb, staring off into the endless rows of buildings that all look the same. She holds a butterfly knife and a blue metal water bottle sits next to her. The sky is cloudy as if it is gonna rain. But it hasn't for the past...3 hours.

Octavia: "...I-...I'd rather be here than home...if I'm completely honest."

She speaks to herself softly.