Fears and a Staircase

Feya sat on the stairs she found while exploring the city, not remembering much of how she got here. It was all so fast, her family had shipped her out of Russia to be in Death City. She didn't even know why.
"Damn.. Atleast I am alone, nobody here to judge me, nobody to pick on me"
She let out an exasperated sigh, She was always most comfortable in her partial weapon form, when the fin parts of her normal blade stuck out of her forearm. She began to tap her foot nervously, she always like to be on the move..