Nyx followed the bird all the way to a building outside of the N109 Zone. It was pristine, stood up as if it extruded an aura of luxury. Far more than what Nyx was capable of. She stopped across the street, watching as the crow went all the to the top and went on the balcony, out of her eye sight. The crow's significance called her to enter the building, to find the faceless person she's so overworked about in the past hours.

Though as she observed more and more she notice they wore, elegant clothing and mask to be able to enter. Surely her attire with a bloodied abdomen would cause eyes on her so she had to get creative. She quickly crosses the road and walks near the building, seeing how they show some type of identification before entering.

She tore off the bandage and threw off to the side, and her facial mask. Making her attire less noticeable but if she exploded the fire hydrant and got near it she could possibly snatch her mask. It seemed then mask was identification since everyone of them had different stylish ones.

Using her evol, she made the fire hydrant exploded, causing a massive gulf of water come from it. Drenching everyone in line. They gasp as some of the tripped from the water, luckily it was the woman near.

Nyx, quickly got right by her and fell as well, grabbing the mask. She took it and went to the entrance. The water blended the blood in her dress.

She then complained as if she was of importance there. "This is unacceptable! My one dress I've prepared for this occasion, ruined!"

The man securing the building waved Nyx off. "I'm so sorry ma'am, this was unexpected. As a long time member we are able to provide you a free consultation inside. Identification first though."

Nyx huffs and crosses her arms. "Are you serious?"

The man slowly nods as the commotion behind her continued. "Unfortunately ma'am."

She raises the mask to her face and it seemed he recognizes it.

"My apologies Ms. Johnson, free consultation inside. Dress of your choice." He steps aside and lets her in.

"Where's my mask!?" She hears the woman yell in concern.

"Thank you." Nyx says as she quickly made her way inside and went to the front desk asking where her consultation was. They led her to to back where multiple dresses were displayed.

After changing she glided into the opeing area, the crimson dress flowing around her with every step. The fabric, rich and lustrous, clung to her silhouette before flaring out in a cascade of vibrant red that seemed to shimmer under the soft lighting. Each movement accentuated the dress's elegant design, from its delicate neckline to the graceful sweep of the hem. Paired with her attire were black heels that contrasted sharply with the vivid hue of her dress. The heels, polished to a high shine, added an air of sophistication, their sleek, pointed toes tapping rhythmically on the floor. Together, the ensemble created a striking visual impact, merging bold color with classic elegance in a captivating harmony. Along with her mask, that thankfully danced with the hues of red, black and white. Her attire was spectacular, she never wore something like it and it truly captivated her for a moment but she had to remind herself.

She was her for the nameless person and all she had to go off of was the mechanical crow. She was desperate at this point.

She then puts one heel in front of the other and walked with as much elegance and confidence as she could. Putting her mask on and clipping it behind her white hair. She then walked further in, hearing people talk amongst eachother while surrounding display cases. Gleaming under soft, ambient lighting, the walls were lined with glass display cases, each meticulously arranged to showcase a collection of invaluable treasures. Exquisite portocores glimmered behind the crystal-clear panes, their beauty amplified by the careful illumination that highlighted every detail. The polished marble floors reflected the muted glow of the lighting, while plush, velvet drapes framed the tall windows, adding a touch of regal sophistication. The atmosphere was one of reverence and anticipation, as if the room itself were holding its breath in eager expectation of the forthcoming bids that would determine the fate of these magnificent items.

Upon seeing Protocores, her mouth began to fill with anticipation. If she could get her hands on one of them, she could get out of the daunting zone and live without the thought of getting killed as she slept. Forge a fake identification and live luxuriously.

She walks up to one and inspects it, watching as it glimmers under the lights.

"Such beauty isn't it?"

She heard someone say beside her. She turned her head and see a woman with a mask on admiring. She paid no mind to Nyx as her body faced the protocore. But a certain figure caught her eye past the lady. A man with white hair looked at another protocore, his face obscured by his mask.

Nyx coughed and gulped, trying to respond back to the woman. "It's exquisite, though not to my taste." She hoped she was believable enough.

"I agree," The woman replied. "My husband abores this one but the more ethereal ones are presented closer to the ballroom. Look."

Nyx turns her head and indeed the ones near the door shine more bright than the one she was near. And yet again she captures the man with white hair in her eyesight. He's the only one with such hair besides herself. And it didn't help that he stole a glance every now and then. Everytime he did she quickly looked away.

"What's you highest bidding tonight?" The woman questioned Nyx.

"Uh," Nyx mumbles, contemplating her choice of words next. She steals one more glance at the man, then looks back to the woman. "One million." Nyx responded.

"Oh?" She says shocked. She seemed to be appalled by the response and dusted off her dress. "Well would you look at that, my husband is calling me." She quickly passes Nyx and left without saying anything else.

Maybe that wasn't the best words to say in such a luxurious place. Nyx then minded her business and walked around, looking at different protocores. She tried to find that man, but when she looked towards the entrance where she first stood, the man wasn't there.

A deep, sultry voice then spoke behind her.

"If you're faking your status at least raise the stakes- you stick out like a sore thumb."