FE2 oneshots, I guess.

[DM] runaway

They heaved a sigh of relief as the moderators pushed through the crowd, looking for someone that they didn't know they'd already passed.

This was already her fifth outfit change, and already they were running out of options. However, it wasn't like they had any variety of clothing before this. She supposed she could attempt to steal another shirt for later.

Dang, were these people persistent. They knew they couldn't take many chances, though. She was already lucky enough she didn't end up in the Capital.

After all, they've already calculated the risks. She already knows it's unlikely she'd survive.

She keeps moving. There's not much time to dwell on this, it's certain that their colleagues noticed that they went missing by now. He would know. It's not long before the rest of Robloxia would know her face, too.

She just needs to keep moving, and soon she'll be out of this hellhole.

One thing they hadn't accounted for was how would this feel like. They're scared. At any moment, someone could notice that that player just acted a little off. That those wings on their back looked a bit odd. Something to alert the public again, and she'd be chased throughout the city all over again.

And if they finally caught up with them, it'd be their end.

Somehow, she can't bring herself to regret any of this. She wasn't safe here, if the moderators caught up with them, they'd be as good as dead. But she'd gladly give up her safety, though. It wasn't like where she came from was any better, anyway. Out here, she was alone, unbothered.

She felt a happiness that she didn't think she'd feel in a long time.

Fallen was free.