Wearing a leather tunic like a rouge and a short green hood while welding a dagger, Elea was Defenately not from this time line. Actually, she was from a fantasy world that was very much different from ours. The most prominent thing about her tough was the very long and very deep red hair. The first thing for the eye to see. They complimented her red eyes and blowed in the wind.

"By God's will. Where am I?"

She was on a sky scraper. And now you come to play, as you come out of the door to the roof. And she picked up on that quite quickly.

"Huh? Who are you?"