VI (Arcana)

The world of blood and bruises was no different from her life in the Outskirts or in prison. Fights weren't that far off from what she was used to, so naturally, she eventually ended up doing what she did best—fighting. Loris had dragged her into this business because, by now, she didn't know what else to do.

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