Location: Out of Map's boundaries<br/>Tag: The God of Travelers<br/><br/>She waved at her parents that, held in an almost heartwarming hug saluted their daughter that moved from the safety of the countryside to the damned perils that lies in the big city, something which they have spoken to almost with revered fear neither as the Priest preached during the mass, and, even to their judgement, neither the Devil himself would be so harmful and debauched as<b>THE CITY</b>. To Sarah, still, it was nothing but a different place, a different town, a different way to make her own life outside the garden-like village she grew into...<br/><br/><<The city...>> murmured her while looking outside the big window of the train. Freshly accepted for a job, she decided to try going<b>all in</b>and try to get everything: Job, home, life, cigarettes.... or nothing... and return to the home nest to mom hen and ask for forgiviness for having succumbed to the temptations of the gray, loud, polluted and debauched city, thing that at the sole thought, made her shiver. It all seemed unreal for her "Am i really doing this?", she that have never left the placid village if not for few hours, now venturing all alone to that place that for all of her life has been told and taught to fear and avoid with any means... still, she have been told that no matter what, in the city, you will find. So, holding tightly to that voice, she tried to relax and enjoyed the scenery that ran outside the windowscreen, with soft hills becoming flatter and flatter, with ranches quickly subduing to vast factories and gray chimneys and, the more she approached the big city, concrete become replaced with glass that shone under the sun like polished crystal marbles and flocks of citizens crowded every inch of every meter of busy walkways. She felt like the usual, overstereotyped country-guy-who-sees-the-city-for-the-first-time, still, it was impossible for her to behave differently.<br/><br/>As the train stopped, she exited from the station barely following the universal signs of exit, until, like in a dream, the sun appeared again over her head. Her hairs shone of a reddish hue, seemingly more similar to uncovered copper-electric wires while with a pale hand she covered her glass-covered brown eyes, as she looked at the shadows of the tall buildings that sorrounded the square. Searching for her pockets, Sarah felt the crushing sound of a paper sheet, extracting it with a curiousity-filled pout, she remembered an address she saw while online; putting that little paper in her thig-pocket of her jeans, she lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before randomly choosing a direction to reach the address written on the paper:<i>Jasmine Calliwell, Gramercy Plaza Apts.</i>