the lower levels of fibonacci could be generously described as miserable.
she’s not sure why they decided to center the metro library here, of all places; it seems to be the last place anyone would expect a bastion of knowledge and resources, with its doors open. or, perhaps, that’s why it’s here --
-- these people need it the most.
justifications aside -- it’s certainly not easy to locate. the locals alternate between wariness and outright hostility; with a sword on her hip, she finds it hard to blame them.
forsaking personal protection to appear more approachable would be an overall poor decision, though, especially with the eyes she can feel boring into her back from the alleyways cloaked in shadow.
so, for the first time, vira is well and truly lost. hopelessly turned around, in the crowded clusters of buildings, she resorts to attempting to catch the attention of anyone willing to give her more than a glare.
“ pardon me -- miss! do you know where to find the library? ”
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