Another cold rainy night. One of the most disliked season of the year Sora would eliminate given a chance. More than the soaky, cold feeling apparent in the air, the vibe aggravates her loneliness and solitude making her realize that her world revolves around a boring piece of superfluous routine that is work-home-work-home.

She has been cynical to people around her as a child and nobody has guided her towards the direction of extroversion. She is lucky she managed to get out of her shell and actually was able to bring herself to literally step out of her home to find a job. It did not help that growing up, her parents fought endlessly everyday, threw fits and horrible curses toward each other in front of her.  When she was in primary school, she would watch her mother drown to alcohol whilst nursing her own bruises. If she ask her what happened, she would make lame excuses such as falling from the stairs, accidentally banged her arm on the wall or burnt whilst cooking. At such a young age, she knew already those alibis were not true at all. She would crawl under her bed in the middle of the night whenever she is awaken by the commotion of dad and mom attacking each other yet again.

During her middle year in school, unsurprisingly her father left them and went with another woman. Her mother was devastated and inconsolable and there was nothing that she could do but to weep in silence. It was too much for her mother to accept her fate, soon after she resigned from work, refused to eat or do anything to sustain what's left of her. She eventually died due to complications. Oddly, Sora did not even drop a single tear when her mother died. She tried to grasp whether her entirety was already numb due to years of witnessing abuses. Perhaps it is all for the common good that her folks separated and