She walked along the lush gardens of the central park, scanning the crowds with her crimson eyes. She was unaware. Unaware of herself, her surroundings, who she worked for, who was watching her. But, sometimes being unaware is good. Blissful ignorance is described as blissful for a reason. She sat down on a bench, looking around at the various people. A woman with shimmering, iridescent hair passed by next to a man with long white blond hair and elven ears. Farther away, a short man with bright red hair and a bushy beard passed by. And a woman with her child, with pale, glittery skin. None were Maria. She got back up, sighing, and walking across the grounds. If anyone knew how to find Maria, it would have to be Alexa.