EriChiya

Sarah was awake. Staring out on the horizon before her, it would be time for the sun to set soon. She had woken up earlier that day from the operation that was required in attempt to fix her leg. The injury left by Sylas’ little trick that lead to her limb being shot and impaled wouldn’t heal so soon, but she was given the means of locomotion through the hovering function of her Exosuit and makeshift crutches for simpler, more mundane tasks. Now on the rooftop of the old, abandoned Program base the Resistance took refuge in, she was smoking a stick of cigarette, preparing herself mentally for the next task in hand. The moment s