The wind welcomed Cole with a sound of singing and sheep grazing. He had shown up right back where he had first logged into the sixth floor. There was a massive oak tree on a lush hill overlooking the city in the distance. Cole was sure it would make for an amazing painting or picture, but he was not in that much of a mood to enjoy the ambience in the air.
He checked himself, noticing his gun and anything technological had been disabled. Even his armor which was leather had been removed, the advancements in technology and skills too much for the stage. Some things can translate over, taking a shape that would be most fitting for them on this floor, but at the same time it was only with a few rare things.
