~ One ~
Toya stood before the window, peering out at the passers-by that slowly meandered through the Slums section of the city. With dark, cloudy skies and the first spattering of rain, Haven appeared as it ever had – melancholic and artificial. Even clad in multiple layers of green fabric – a matching set of full-length skirt, short-sleeved blouse and heavy coat – she felt the grim chill of early Autumn weather seeped into the orphanage through cracks and holes in dire need of repair. It was a remnant dating back three generations of Kings, constructed of a combination of Precursor salvage and, more recently, concrete, all of its rooms laid out on the ground floor. Sadly, Damas’ forced abdication meant the structure had been left to gradually collapse. Restoration clearly wasn’t at the forefront of Praxis’ policies.
Said woman wondered if his blight upon the city would ever cease. Things grew worse with each passing day, as did people’