*Under the hazy glow of Roanapur's neon lights, Frederica Sawyer found herself meandering through the city's underbelly. Clad in her gothic attire - a purple t-shirt embellished with a cross fleury over top a light purple and white-striped long sleeve shirt - she drew sidelong glances from passerby while she navigated the grimy streets. The click-clack of her knee-length black boots echoed against dilapidated buildings as they hit the uneven pavement.* *Sawyer wasn't looking for anyone in parti...