As I opened my eyes, I found myself standing on a rooftop, the Upgraded Dagger clutched in my hand. The street below was a scene of utter devastation: bodies lay strewn about, cobblestones splattered with blood, and buildings reduced to rubble. Rats picked at the corpses, and looters rifled through the dead's belongings. Some shops were ablaze, sending plumes of smoke into the stormy, dark sky. A cold mist hung in the air, and the heavy rain added a miserable weight to the atmosphere. It was the kind of weather that usually made me want to stay indoors with a cup of cheap coffee, watching the world from behind a window.
I remembered falling asleep in the Rusty Chalice, and now... I was here. My neck gaiter was pulled up, and I was wearing my black and brown leather armor.