VI (Arcana)

The world of blood and bruises was no different from her life in the Suburbs or prison. Fighting wasn't that far removed from what she was used to, so of course she ended up doing what she did best, fighting. Loris had gotten her into it because she didn't know what else to do now.

Many empty nights followed, sleeping alone in her tiny room, staring at the ceiling, drowning in a flood of memories that she couldn't shake off, even when she was dead drunk. At first, she tried to forget, picking up the pieces of herself that seemed to have been shattered into pieces. But the emptiness inside her only seemed to grow deeper. The bruises from the fights were nothing compared to the bitterness she felt after them... Even in her half-drunk, half-hungover state from the night before, she still noticed someone suddenly sitting down on the stool next to her.