Lea walks along the streets of New York. The big concrete impasse of melting sun and meshing people. She's looking for something. Anything. This is something she does often. Her hobbies aren't much. She's been working on one puzzle for months now. But she also has something else she loves. Making dolls out of objects she finds. The aspects up upcycling and crafting things is her favorite. She's almost like a raccoon, how she spends this time scrounging around for scraps to take in and mold into her own, the dark circles around her eyes... She'll probably never see the irony there.

While walking, she spots something shiny. A necklace laying on the ground, with no presumable owner looking for it. She holds it in her hand. Turning it over and over in her hands as she examines it.