The Day of Thunder

Haka Soju sat on a small bench along the fog-shrouded street, slowly eating a bowl of rice that she had prepared at the camp. There had been entirely too many people flooding into the area to hear that Shinsei-person ramble on about whatever, so she had simply moved her breakfast elsewhere.

It was quiet and a little bit eerie, but Soju had to admit that she was enjoying the ambience.