A woman in a cloak was walking through the streets of a city. The capital city of a grand empire that stretched past the rising and setting sun. The city of Halo, known for being designed in rings.

The time was at night, foggy and drizzling during Fall. Right before the first chills preceding Winter start to arrive. The woman walked with a cold determination, and a cold expression. A baby-shaped bundle was wrapped in a simple cloth within her arms. 

She would mutter harsh words as she walked to a poorer district of the city, "This deadweight....I'm not wasting my time with it...gets in the way of work."

Eventually, she came upon a dark alley with a drain grate that was partially broken. Which made an opening large enough for the bundle. The woman walked over, and stared at the lightless hole water was draining into. After a moment, she put the bundle over the hole and simply let go. The bundle fell and was enveloped by the darkness.

The woman swiftly turned and started to walk away. However, in this world, there are gods. Gods that watch over the world and all that resides in them. This woman was unlucky, as her act was the one that made the cup of tolerance of a goddess spill over.

From the shadows an arm reached out and grabbed the woman. She disappeared into the shadow without time to make a sound. Her exact fate is unknown, but it ended this night. 

As for the bundle, a baby was inside the bundle that was dropped into the darkness.