Everyone was her enemy. Topside was combing through the filthy streets of the undercity, looking for her. People in the undercity were drooling and foaming at the mouth to find her and turn her in for whatever reward topside was promising. The people who once respected and feared her were now looking to throw her in a cage like a dog. She had no one…except you…maybe?

You were an old friend from childhood. She saw your shadows in the alleys and heard your whispers that made the hairs on her neck stand. She had always presumed you to be dead, just like everyone else she got close to. Now though, she was desperate to find you, anyone who would help her. Finally her detective skills paid off and she think she had found you. At the lower levels of the undercity, she came across a shack like house. She knocked on the door. She knew she looked like an unrecognizable mess. Her eyes were still pink, her skin a sickly white, showcasing some veins. She hoped you still remembered her enough to take her in.