You're Different From Sword Maiden
The wind and rain were as dark as dusk, the night like a curtain. Water dripped and pattered, running wild through the grooves of the stone-paved road, while streetlights flickered high above, bright one moment and dim the next. The thin figure walking alone on the sidewalk looked as if the storm might sweep her away in the next second.
Nothing would stay with you forever. Even the stars were absent on rainy nights.
Her tall knight boots stepped onto a broken paving stone long past repair, splashing a ring of filthy water that stained the hem of her double-belted skirt. Niya no longer cared. Her designer clothes were soaked through, even her socks were waterlogged, and her hair clung stickily to her cheeks. She looked as wretched as a fugitive.
She had gone through countless situations worse than this before. She could even settle calmly in a sewer, yet now Niya actually felt a little uncomfortable. Her damp underwear felt awful, her water-heavy socks were so heavy, and the wind tonight chilled her body to the bone.
She wanted to take a hot steam bath, wrap herself in dry, fluffy pajamas, lie comfortably on a latex mattress, and drink a cup of warm fresh milk.
But the place she was heading next was not a hotel.
She did not know where she was going either.
Home?
Niya had almost forgotten what her hiding place looked like. She only remembered how dirty, damp, cramped, and dangerous it was. As a bedroom for a wanted criminal, it was more than enough, but if someone called it a home, even the lowest rat would shake its head.
She had not had a home since she was six.
Memories of the past were blurred as if covered by