#devilistict

Noire felt like she was in a constant state of ‘being lost’.  She didn’t think she was necessarily bad with directions, but everything looked the same to her.  Every time someone offered her a landmark, she’d find the same landmark...in the wrong place.  There was a McDonald’s on every corner!  People needed to stop giving her directions using that stupid yellow M.

Regardless, she was sufficiently lost.  And she really just wanted to get home before it got too dark out.  Or at the least get off the streets.  Being alone in the dark without her bow...wasn’t an ideal situation in her mind.  She was absentmindedly wandering along the sidewalk attempting to find a map to get her bearings when she smacked into someone.