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It's night time, and Alexandra is wandering around Domino City. The hood of her hoodie's been pulled down, and she's stumbling aimlessly through the city, stopping every so often to sit down on a bench or something. Every so often, her hand moves to the back of her neck. She looks like she hasn't slept in more than a day. Her eyes are red and blotchy; she's been crying.

All-in-all, yeah, she doesn't look too good.