Quick strides brought Kamaria closer and closer to her "house", if you could call it that. It was an abandoned building, still able to be lived in, but abandoned none the less. She shared it with a few mortals, who just thought she was some teenager who ran out on her parents for some reason or another and lives on the third floor now.

Kamaria broke into a run now, fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. Her ebon hair was swept back out of her face; skirt pressed tight against her legs like the wind she created was trying to rip it away from her. Reaching her building, she stopped suddenly, hand placed precariously on the doorframe. Her head turned, and she looked around. The sun was setting, and the amount of people on the street was dwindling.

Catching her breath, Kamaria entered the building and began racing up the stairs, tears beginning to cloud her vision. Was it from sadness? Or anger? Only she knew. Feet were heavy upon the steps, the sound of her heels echoing throughout the structure. Second floor, third floor. Her eyes to the brim with tears, she runs into her room and slams the door with all her might. Clenching her fists again, she screams.