*plip* *plip* *plip* The grey rain had finally eased after hours of continuous pouring, but still a thick and bitter fog lingered over head, desperately clinging to ground. A dark haired woman with tattered rags for clothing snarled out the window, as if by doing so the smog might be frightened away, grudgingly she turned to look at her depressed room. In the far corner an old mattress lay in a broken and splintering bed frame, the ends of sharp metal springs pushing up though the torn cloth; an old beaten wardrobe sat against the end of this bed, the legs had all been snapped off, it was missing all but two battered drawers, it’s varnish chipped and flaking. With a heavy and drawn out sigh she slid down the old white-washed walls and dropped to the floor disturbing a patch unsettled dust.
“I hate this place…this house, this city, this world, this life.” She murmured angrily under her breath. The entire world was so dreary, so bleak and dead…Nothing good ever happened here, nothing new, nothing. ‘Konno Emi.’ Was her name, but other then her deranged mother no-one ever used it. Was this it? Was this all that was left for her? Was this the only thing her life had planed? So many questions and yet only one answer. Yes. It seemed as though this was it for her. But perhaps, just once before the end came to claim her…she might go beyond this city drowned in tears and vengeance.