Cellista awoke form her slumber when the sun's peak rested upon the horizon. She had slept on a pile of feathers in an old abandoned pillow factory. She was getting tired of scavenging for a place to sleep every night before sun rise. Draining hobo's of their filthy blood when she could was getting old. Not to mention the countless nights when she had to fight packs of savage hungry rats for her own toes and fingers.