What would be terrifyingly scary for others is pure joy and freedom for Murana. When up above the crowds and the noise of the city, she is alone and unfettered. She can bask in the freedom allotted to her that she created herself. Not bound by laws or political restrictions, she is free to do what she wants as a vigilante within Zabokar. Leaping across rooftops and plummeting between buildings, only to hookline to the next at the last moment, she feels inspired. This was her city. This was her turf. If the law wanted to hunt her down, they were welcome to try. She doubted they had the faith in themselves as she did whenever she dove off to the sudden stop kilometers below. She knew her limits and they were beyond the criminals and cops. All she needed to do was fall into the safety that was her city.
