The Last Drop consistently flooded her with ever-lasting memories of him.

The previous owner.

The bar was the only establishment she truly cherished in the Underground.

On the day she stepped foot once more in the depths of the Lanes, that was her destination. Without question, she loved to drown.

The visible difference of the Undercity itself submerged her, and by the time she had reached The Last Drop, she was completely asphyxiated by the changes around her.

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