The streets of Penacony are as packed as ever, not that Black Swan had expected any less. Isn't that exactly what she'd come for?

So many memokeepers dismissed Penacony as a place of distortion, the memories formed there to be useless. She couldn't disagree more. The potential here was vast, and she was ready to record it all!

As her eyes scanned the crowd, one face piqued her interest in particular, and she quickly went in for the kill.

"Pardon me, are you a local? I appear to be lost..."