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Noire felt like she was in a constant state of âbeing lostâ.  She didnât think she was necessarily bad with directions, but everything looked the same to her.  Every time someone offered her a landmark, sheâd find the same landmark...in the wrong place.  There was a McDonaldâs on every corner!  People needed to stop giving her directions using that stupid yellow M.
Regardless, she was sufficiently lost. Â And she really just wanted to get home before it got too dark out. Â Or at the least get off the streets. Â Being alone in the dark without her bow...wasnât an ideal situation in her mind. Â She was absentmindedly wandering along the sidewalk attempting to find a map to get her bearings when she smacked into someone.
âEek! Â O-Oh! Â Iâm sorry! Â I shouldâve been paying more attention where I was walking...are you okay?â Â He must have been in a hurry with the speed they collided.















