Location: La Vida Streets 

	After the young man took Wildheart, Sam thanked the residents and walked back onto the dark streets of La Vida. When all the chaos and commotion finally subsided, peace returned to the night. There was a certain charm to the city whenever the constant sound of tires and horns that rang across fell silent, and this was one of those times. A warm soft wind kissed the dusty streets, and the sand devils danced where their lips met. Sam walked the streets once more at ease, admiring the artistry of the rustic but raw sincerity of rock and metal. 

     After a few minutes his thoughts drifted back to the man who killed those men Sam tried to apprehend. Though his words he admittedly disregarded as ramblings of a mad man much to his chagrin, he felt there was at least some amount of clarity buried beneath a storm of hatred, narcissism and pettiness. Sam agreed that crime and senseless violence was a plague that drained the people of the land, and he too desired to be a paragon of JUSTICE! Perhaps that man, like the others Sam had fought that night, were souls who allowed their circumstances and their trauma to define them instead of their own hearts. It is a shame though the killer's words and action could not save him from becoming a mockery, a twisted caricature of his own ideals. He would have had the potential to become a truly amazing warrior. 

	As soon as the thoughts had come they had gone from Sam's mind, and a silent peace returned. La Vida was both a place of terror and wander, and held a strong presence transcending the senses. Sam was sure the city had plenty more secrets to show as he walked beneath the moonlight.