Belle Snow soared through the skies of Ark with her usual calm.
Her figure glided through the air as if the wind itself were carefully carrying her. Her black hair, cut short to her neck, moved gently as she passed between the towering buildings of humanity's last city. Her reddish eyes, calm and almost indifferent, watched the city from above.
It was a serene gaze. Far too serene for someone known as the number one heroine in the world.
Belle tilted her head slightly as she passed over the main street below. From up there, the city looked peaceful… but her gaze soon dropped toward a side alley.
A group of men had gathered there, and in the middle of them another man was being beaten. Belle descended.
The air compressed around her as her body dropped gracefully, landing right in front of the alley with a soft crack of pavement beneath her boots.
