The minute Abyssa was finally outside the prison walls, she grabbed all of the belongings that were under her former name "Seda Sulzbach", a name she hadn't gone by in some odd number of years. She finds a note in her bag that had been dated the twenty-sixth of March Abyssa noted. "Wasn't that about a week ago? I hope this is still valid. I really do!" she muttered quietly to herself with rage and hidden excitement laced in her voice.<br/><br/>As Abyssa headed down the street, she noticed someone she thought she recognized. "Do ya know where the Greenend Bar is? I have a note here saying to meet up with someone there. I'm looking for a legitimate form of work and was told to stop by this bar. Oh, thank you ever so much, sir!" Abyssa said as she hugged the man thanking him for his kindness and patience for explaining the new streets to her. She hadn't seen daylight in years and didn't really know what to expect. The city roads were dangerous as she crossed the street leading her into the bar. Her music device was in her pocket lightly playing a song that only she could hear, Abyssa hoped, called "Devil Went Down to Georgia" by an old band.<br/><br/>Abyssa waved to the guitarist at the door and continued inside. She went up to the bartender and asked if Joseph was around. "Go to the back, and I'll tell him you're here," the bartender said as he finished wiping down the table. When Abyssa walked back, she saw who she thought was Joseph, but Abyssa stopped for a second and hesitated for a second before she sat down putting her ear buds in and cranking up the music to almost deafening.