The autumn months of the city were quite favorable this time of year. While there wasn't many trees in the downtown area, there were a few planted ones that were beginning to change the color of their foliage. It was a beautiful transition from green to the warm orange and red tints that were quite known. The temperatures were also not staggering like the heat of summer or as harsh like the bitter, unforgiving winters. Tourists were making the town much busier and livelier than usual, making the businesses flourish with wealth. While most people enjoyed the visitors, it wasn't the same for all citizens.<br/><br/>"Damn it..." a girl mumbled between her lips as she kept walking. This girl was twenty-three year old Lily Claire. She had a teal jacket on top of her usual wear of a white t-shirt, and dark denim jeans. Her hair was slightly wavy due to the humidity that came from a storm a day or two prior. She didn't really like being in crowded or busy towns for a few reasons. She was alone and she knew how all men were: they would either kill her, rape her, or both. She grumbled as she lit up a cigarette between her lips before exhaling the fumes and her stress. While she never casually smoked, she would smoke when her anxiety and stress levels were up. It wasn't something she found herself addicted to.<br/><br/>As she walked, she saw some papers lying on the ground. Curious, she bent down to pick them up. Much to her amazement, they were beautiful pieces of art. Art was usually something that made her happy, and she tried to express it in drawings or writing. She also loved animals, and would use them as her 'muse', so to speak. Who would just leave their drawings lying around though? She simply kept picking up the sheets before examining the work on each one. They were simply stunning. Someone with a beautiful mind could've procreated such imagery. However, she had not a clue on who was the artist of these works.