Is she... still alive?

Towards the darkening evening, carrying her large bag, Helena arrived in the capital, Orion.

It was a bustling and crowded place. Many people hurriedly passed by as if they were chasing something.

"Hh... where should I go now? Finding a place to stay, hopefully, I have enough money," she muttered while continuing to walk along the street.

Helena was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, paired with an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her black jeans, torn in many places, made her stand out compared to the trendy women she saw along the capital's streets.

"Ah... so tired," she said as she leaned against a large pole.

Helena squatted down and placed her bag beside her. She bent her legs, resting her tired hands on her knees.

"Such a fool, Ariana! Ah... no... my name is Helena," she grumbled to herself.