Rai materialized beneath her jumpship, diving straight down for 10 meters. Before slamming into the ground, she performed a Lift, neatly angling her descent into a horizontal landing, like a heavily armored airplane rolling onto a runway. All around Rai, buildings towered, some with bright neon lights still working, lighting up the streets against a dark, cloudy night. Bright, ornate decorations and electronic billboards covered every surface of the skyscrapers. Humanity was not shy about their prosperity during the Golden Age. [i]If there's any Fallen around, they probably heard my ship. Better get to cover.[/i] Rai brandished her weapon, a red and black Scout Rifle, the Zero Point LOTP. It wasn't as flashy as the newer weapons the foundries were churning out nowadays, but it was just as reliable, just as accurate, and just as deadly. She jogged into the nearest building, carefully checking her surroundings for any signs of life, hostile or friendly. It looked like she was in a department store or fashion boutique of some kind. The walls and floors were some sort of white marble, greyed over from years of dust, tracking footprints wherever Rai stepped. Tall, slender mannequins draped themselves with clothes that were torn and riddled with holes, but still exuded their former beauty. Rai trained her sights over what she thought was a mannequin, but it burst to life in a flurry of fabric and electricity. A Fallen Vandal garbed with a red cloak drew out two shock blades, growling with raging aggression. The House of Devils' reach spread here as well.