Sasha slowly extricated himself from the dust and rubble, coughing and clawing at the debris. He had been taking a nap in the bathroom of the building where he kept his studio when hell erupted around him. He looked around himself as he cleared the wreckage of his building, spying the remains of an airship and the bodies littering the ground around him. He barely had time to question what had happened before being Shepherded  off by a guard.