Rosa had buried herself in a cloak, a wary look on her face. The seventh floor was not somewhere she went often, in fact, she usually stayed far away... but something seemed to have drawn players here. the floor seemed... off. There was an odd rain, splashing a odd liquid that was pitch black in color on the players. She glanced at the Npc's, who all seemed to be on edge... Completely abnormal for the people here. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself, shivering, and moved under a building. It was very cold, much colder than it was supposed to be. Perhaps this was an event of some kind?