It's a long, hot day in South Sagluv. You're wearing a small black t-shirt with green lines, pants, boots, and your hair is braided as always. You woke up particularly frustrated today, so you weren't happy to be out of your house. You start on your way to work. The city is beautiful, like New York built on a desert, but it's tricky and dangerous. You've seen a lot here. There's dogs on leashes, yapping at their owners while they take a phone call, birds flying to and from the buildings, shop merchants calling out what they sell in hopes for some chance of money, children laughing, boys catcalling random women... You hear a little girl crying out for help in an alley, and a man snapping at her. "Shut up little girl, you-"