....God damn it.

Kids? What kind of sick bastards...

Nevermind that, I guess. Bitching won't fix it.

Going to the shop to try to find a weapon. I don't trust those creeps, and I'm sure not sleeping unarmed when they've got no qualms about dragging kids here.

...Where the hell is this place? Where am I?

I swear, if this is some joke on Zozma's part........ wait.

Wait.

What the hell? Wings? Not only wings, but TINY wings? Okay, this officially is making no sense.

I'm going to go find out what the hell's going on.