The spilling light from above washed over her.
That was what she saw.
But not what she felt.
'Y▓▓░ h░ve ▒ ▓a░s ░n yo▓r b▒a▓n...'
The words did not settle the way words should have.
They sank somewhere behind her eyes, then rose up before her, warped until they stopped being a language and became something she could touch.
Something she had to touch.
They crystallized into something heavier, a crumpled mass that folded in on itself, then stretched back out into the rough outline of a figure—sketched, paused in time.
Darkness stretched around her, vast and bottomless like Terra beneath its moons. Their pale light poured down over the world and turned everything into a drowned silver. The ground beneath her feet was slick and heavy, like blood.
Huffing.
Pushing.
Her arms strained as she bent over one of the shapes and forced it upward. The thing resisted with dead weight. Its sketched body shivered in her grasp while the center of it throbbed around a warped heart.
Again. And again.
More figures hung above the ground. Some were headless stumps with necks frayed open like torn paper. Some were split down the middle, their halves barely clinging to each other by strings of blackened matter.
Others had collapsed inward, sagging into themselves while something sick leaked from within
And stamped across them—painted into them, layered over them in inky strokes—were her own thoughts.
One second she was still there, still standing in that oppressive dark and the next her body folded inward like something had cut the strings holding her up.
She lurched sideways, trying to catch herself.
Her arm punched straight through the ground.
"—"
Her cheek struck the surface with a dull thunk.
Her half-lidded eyes dragged across it, exhaustion hanging from them so heavy it felt like a wet cloth had been thrown over her face.
She fell through without a sound.
shhhhhrrr—FWSSSHHH—!
It swallowed her in an instant, closing over her head with a heavy rush. The cold hit every inch of her at once, dragging at her clothes, her hair, her limbs. Bubbles tore from her mouth and rushed past her face while the dark pulled her deeper.
Up.
Something pierced the black above her.
A massive pale hand.
It tore through the ocean of her thoughts.
The shadow it cast swallowed her whole, wide enough to eclipse everything beneath it.
Closer.
And closer still.
The hand reached for her
Her own face softened with bliss and aching relief as she leaned into the touch that soothed her weary spirit. Her back curved slightly against the mattress, sinking deeper into it.
"What's wrong?"
Ikade's voice came out gentle, her hands closing around the her own trembling ones.
Sienna pulled her closer and held on like the feline might vanish into the sky. Her face pressed into Ikade's chest, breathing in her warmth.
"Aren't you a little clingy today?"
"Mhmm."
They shifted onto one side and Ikade patted Sienna's back with gentle hands. The minutes passed, and by then, she had calmed down. Her eyes drooped, and she felt like she could sleep the whole day away.
"Don't tell me you're falling asleep again."
Her voice was teasing, playing with the tufts on Sienna's head.
"Just a couple more minutes...mom..."
Sienna answered, her voice muffled by the soft pillow.
"—!"
She jolted upright and hit the headrest with force while covering her reddened ear, huffing like a startled cat.
"Why would you do that?! You can't just blow in my ear like that!"
Her canines were bare for all to see, her tufts puffed back like a cat's. Ikade, however, was anything but sorry, covering her mouth with one hand.
"Haha—sorry. But it's past ten already, so…"
Sienna took a second to steady herself before crawling off the bed and slipping into her slippers.
She walked to the closet, pulled the doors open, and sifted through the drawers until her hands found a worn workout outfit, cool to the touch. Tucking it beneath one arm, she headed toward the bathroom, her slippers dragging softly across the floor.
Thirty minutes slipped by behind the closed door—running water, bottles clattering, warm air rushing through her hair.
When she stepped out again, she was already dressed and ready for a quick workout. The hot shower had loosened her muscles.
The painkillers had settled in her stomach. Her eyes felt fully hydrated again.
She returned to the bed and leaned down to look for her running shoes.
Sienna found them and sat on the mattress to slide them on.
She stood up and pressed each toe cap against the floor twice, her eyes sweeping across the messy bedroom.
"Hah..."
She snapped her fingers, and the room straightened itself all at once.
Clothes scattered across the floor lifted into the laundry basket. The pillow puffed back into shape. A hair tie rolled out from beneath the desk and bumped against her foot.
Sienna bent down, picked it up, and tied her hair back while watching her magic finish the rest.
Not long after, she left the room and headed for the first staircase beside the pantry. By the time she'd climbed the three short flights, she'd already stepped into their gym.
Tilting her head back, she held out a hand like she was lifting a bottle.
I really shouldn't keep doing this.
Water pooled into her palm and poured into her mouth.
She swallowed the cool liquid, and after several long seconds, exhaled through her nose in quiet satisfaction before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Since I just got back, I think I've earned a little slack."
She nodded to herself, then started stretching, folding her body into one shape after another until the stiffness slowly gave way and she felt a few centimeters taller for it.
Once she finished, Sienna stepped onto the treadmill tucked against the wall, tapped through the controls, and waited for the belt to gather speed. It rolled forward little by little until the she found her rhythm alongside the music.
"Gulp…haa~"
Another breath left her, the last cool droplets slipping from her hand while her chest rose and fell with the run. Her legs complained at being forced into more effort than they wanted. Sienna stretched again, working the stubborn tightness out before it could settle in for good.
She didn't linger after that.
Sienna headed straight back to her room and once there, made a beeline for the bathroom. She pushed the door open, then glanced back toward the closet, nearly forgetting her clothes.
The doors flew open.
A bundle of clothes shot toward her, the hinges creaking with the force.
She caught them midair, shut the bathroom door behind her and turned on the shower.
Another thirty minutes passed.
When Sienna stepped out again, she was drying her hair, rubbing vigorously at her feathers to chase away the last traces of dampness.
The towel landed in a lazy heap over the bedframe.
She took brisk strides toward the kitchen, cutting straight through the pantry, only to find the room empty except for a sticky note left on the counter.
'I went out to see a few friends, I left you a snack in the fridge. Care, Kaede.'
She shrugged and crumpled the note, tossing it into the bin before turning toward the fridge.
The first one was packed with drinks. Rows of water. Alcohol. Every brand in between.
Definitely the wrong fridge. She opened the second one on the right instead.
Her eyes landed on a clear container marked with another sticky note. She ignored the message completely, grabbed the little treat and downed it in record time.
step step step.
She headed toward her bedroom, then stopped.
Her gaze passed through the short hallway ahead of her. On the other side sat that small, safe place.
"Actually..."
She dropped into a beanbag in the small lounge beside the garage door instead. Two walls were lined with shelves packed tight with books of every kind, and a laptop rested on the sleek desk nearby. She slipped off her slippers and traded them for a pair of comfortable red running shoes.
The second she settled in, the gate rang.
A screen flickered into the upper-right corner of her vision. Sienna lifted her left wrist and spoke through the bracelet.
"What is it?"
She said, her voicing passing through and out of the gate speaker.
The delivery boy glanced around before finding the camera, leaning closer.
"Uh—delivery for a Sienna?"
Something clicked in her mind and her response came out with a faint chirp.
"I'll be out in a bit!"
The screen faded the second he opened his mouth again. She really did not feel like walking
It barely lifted two feet off the ground before she slipped under it and jogged toward the gate. By the time she got there, her breathing had picked up just enough to feel it in her chest.
The delivery boy was still standing there with a black crate at his feet.
His apple bobbed the second he saw her coming. He cleared his throat into his hand, then started talking again. They exchanged a few short words, and Sienna signed the form without much thought.
The back of her head thumped.
At the same time, the crate lifted off the ground and floated neatly onto her property.
Nice.
Sienna turned right back around and headed for the half-open garage, ducking under it while the door slid shut behind her with a lazy wave of her hand.
Her steps were light, almost blissful, as she crossed into her shop. The crate dropped onto the floor with a dull thud.
The moment she crossed into her shop, the crate dropped to the floor with a dull thud. She flung the cover upward with a little too much force.
It shot straight toward the ceiling.
Sierra recoiled on instinct, both arms flying over her head as she shrank into herself in a tight little ball.
A dry chuckle slipped out a second later.
"I could sell this to someone."
But for now, it was hers.
At least for a little while.
Sienna stood and nudged the empty crate beneath the workstation, right under the driver resting there. She moved closer and checked yesterday's leaking fitting. No green fluid seeped out this time, so she left it alone.
Her gaze shifted to the right, landing on the other dismantled driver lying on its side.
I won't be needing this anymore...not after this. Once we get back, I think I'll have gotten rid of most of these.
Her eyes lingered there for another second.
"Actually...I could just sell these on the way there. Yosh."
It took her several long moments of wrestling with the pins, but she finally pulled it free and tossed it into the box.
Then she paused and stood there thinking for who knew how long.
Her gaze drifted around the room, then toward the gear scattered nearby while her fingers combed through her hair.
"Oh yeah, sure—keep everything you never use. It's not like you've moved in two years or anything."
Sienna groaned, the thought alone made her head thump.
Her feet carried her around the room, nearly tripping over the random junk littering the floor. She started sorting through all the useless things she'd managed to accumulate over the years.
"This isn't even mine...so I can sell this too. And this...not this."
Sienna grabbed her rifle from the back wall and secured it inside the container attached to the driver. Then she stepped back, yawned, and dropped into her seat.
She leaned into the headrest and stretched her legs out. Her gaze drifted to the right, settling on the driver spread across the table, already half-dismantled.
Staring at the ceiling, her mind wandered.
After the short break, she got back to work, stripping more parts from the dismantled device.
Before long, she left the garage and headed for her bedroom.
She changed into a bulky jacket painted in faded black, with a gray hoodie barely visible beneath it, along with a white cap and white sneakers. The band-aids were already back on like clockwork, her necklace still hanging at her throat.
She lingered by the mirror for a moment, checking herself over. Her reflection stared back with that same familiar mix of weariness and distance. Sienna adjusted her cap until it sat right, the tufts peeking out from beneath it.
Her thoughts drifted while she crossed the house and stepped out the front door. Her One Fifty Five was still parked out front, slick with last night's condensation.
Sienna opened the car and slid in, the green beast still resting inside the garage where she'd left it yesterday afternoon.
The engine cranked to life, and she eased the car out, rolling past the gate and onto the street.
Time passed in quiet pockets until she was cruising along the highway, heading halfway across the city to where her loved ones rested.
At some point, Sienna made a quick stop at a random flower shop and picked out two marigolds, paying the lovely woman at the counter before heading back out.
Cars flowed around her in steady currents while buildings slipped past.
The wind tugged at strands of her hair while the city moved around her. She kept driving until she reached a quieter stretch, pulling into a subdued part of town where the noise faded into a distant hum.
Sienna stepped out and shut the door with a solid thunk.
She climbed a short run of concrete stairs with the flowers in hand, her eyes drifting to the bronze lettering set into the stone wall.
A narrow pond wrapped around the structure, its water cold and still.
'Communal Crematorium 27'
It's quiet even today.
But a quiet sadness hung over it, clinging to the place. Sienna only gave the others a passing glance, those still bent under grief.
I used to look like that too...it just feels like visiting someone who's always sick.
Maybe back then, everyone had their own grave. Their own stone.
Now they just stuff us into metal shelves and call it a day. Box after box, row after row, crammed in on both sides, and somehow they still charge a few grand for it.
"What utter bullshit."
A few people glanced her way before looking off again.
Her expression dipped just a little, her ears catching fragments of conversation—soft voices speaking to loved ones, others edged with anger. She kept walking, breathing while her gaze wandered over the handful of trees and patches of grass softening the otherwise cold place.
When she reached her quiet spot, her breath did not hitch. Her emotions did not run rampant, not even a faint ache stirring in her heart.
V.U.
Sienna closed her eyes and dug through old memories, trying to drag their faces back into focus.
But...no.
No matter how hard she scrunched her face, nothing came.
Only a blurred mess sat where their faces should have been, hollowing her out like a rotted tree.
"No luck huh?"
Only silence answered her, and she returned it in kind. She placed the two flowers into the small rusted holder, then nudged them gently to make sure they stayed.
She didn't have any real words left to say.
You could only repeat the same things so many times before they stopped meaning anything.
A few seconds slipped by.
Sienna finally reached into her jacket pocket, her fingers brushing the ring of keys before pulling out the smallest one. She slid it into the lockbox and pulled it halfway open.
Inside sat two small metal urns, a bundle of dog tags, and a cliché photo, its colors washed out and warped by old water stains.
The picture showed her in the center, leaning against a slim wheelchair with a cheeky smile, bandages wrapped around one arm and over one eye.
A woman stood at one side, leaning in toward her—her face completely ruined by the water damage.
The man beside them had once had his face covered by a harsh black scrawl, now faded to almost nothing.
Sienna let out a soft sigh and shut the box with a firm snap, slipping something back into her pocket.
Brrt-brrt-brrt!
She lifted her wrist and the screen materialized with a caller ID.
A familiar shit-eating grin filled it, belonging to a man with a head of lush blue-and-white hair, his short pointed ears jutting out from the sides.
Lucas sat on the corpse of a beast in his caller photo.
She grabbed her earbuds, popped one in and accepted the call.
"GHH—glug-glug-glug! hh—!"
"Damn, are you trying to kill my microphone?" Sienna glanced around on instinct, found a bench, and dropped onto it in one motion, trying her best to ignore the screeching call. "Fiskaz."
"Don't call me that. I hated it the first hundred times and I still hate it now."
"No, I don't think I will. Ever."
Lucas took another long pull, followed by the sharp crash of a bottle hitting something it definitely shouldn't have.
"Ah fuu..." A sigh rattled through the line, followed by the sound of him sitting down.
"I was tryna make that last, too..."
He sounded defeated.
"So..." Sienna dragged the word out a little and leaned back into the bench. "What do you want? You call me after, what, three years and you're still drinking yourself stupid."
"You'd only every call me to clean after you shit."
"Me? Drink?" Lucas hiccupped. "Nah, nah, it's just…flavored water? For your first question, I have not Once ever done such thing."
Sienna stared ahead, baffled.
"Wait. If I remember right, wasn't it Sherry who had to ask me to clean up after you every. Single. Time?"
"Hey now, let's not worry about the small stuff." His voice came through patchy, slurred around the edges. "What about you? How've you been?"
"I'm doing fine, no thanks to you." She crossed one leg over the other. "Your liver, on the other hand, is probably begging for mercy."
Lucas muttered something incomprehensible before he drew in a sad breath, then flipped tones so suddenly it almost made her blink.
"Last time we all saw each other, your hair was starting to go gray."
He broke into a wheezing laugh.
"Pfft—heh...damn, you looked stressed. Has it finally gone all gray?"
"Fuck off, you rude bastard!"
Sienna snorted, watching people come and go.
"So what're you doing here anyway calling me for?" She asked. "I thought you ran off to Colombia after that. Weren't you gonna open some big-shot store? Sell people junk and stuff?"
"I did."
"So you failed."
"Whoa, whoa. Strong word choice there. I'm choosing to call it a strategic retreat."
"You failed."
"I failed..." He muttered. "Turns out it was harder than I thought. So now..." He let out another tired breath. "Now I'm doing the same stupid thing again. Surprise."
"Sounds miserable. And yet, somehow, I still can't find it in my heart to care."
For a second, it sounded like he was about to take another drink, but it never came.
"By the way, I've been meaning to ask. That old man still kicking? I don't even have his number anymore."
"Mmm? Yeah. He got married two years ago. Doesn't even have his fangs anymore... Mary's the boss now."
Lucas's laughter burst through her earbuds the moment she answered, loud enough to make her ears ring.
"No. Nah, come on. That grumpy bastard settled down?" He wheezed. "Who the hell signed up for that? Ohhhh—Mary's must be his lady then."
How'd you become even more stupid.
She raised a hand up to her face and rubbed her temples.
"Since we're here...what about the others? Oh—and you too, I guess."
"...Who?"
The wind tugged at a few loose strands of her hair while she watched the water in the narrow pond shiver. Beyond, the city still moved—cars passed in soft waves, voices rose and fell, shoes tapped concrete somewhere around her.
Lucas let out a breath through his nose.
"I'm asking about them. There were, what, almost forty of us?"
"Tch. Couldn't you take the hint or did all that drinking finally fry your brain? Way to kill the mood."
Her tone dipped with quiet irritation, the conversation lifting into the open air between them.
"Hold on a damn second—what'd I do?"
"Forget it... uhh... lemme see."
Sienna lifted her left wrist.
An opaque screen blinked into view above the bracelet. Then another. Then two more.
One stayed dim with a list of names in the background.
They unfolded around her in muted layers, opaque, their soft edges overlapped one another in a loose ring of information.
From when she last spoke to them, to their last post, their last videos—a few articles she'd never bothered reading before appeared as well.
They shifted on their own, changing too fast at first—photos flashed into short clips, clips collapsed into headlines, headlines replaced by grainy images before she could fully take them in. The pond, the stone, the people walking nearby—all of it began to feel farther away, pushed behind opaque glass.
The wind nudged at the floating screens, though of course they didn't move.
"...Huh."
She narrowed her eyes and scrolled with one finger. One panel slid aside while another expanded in its place. A blurry group photo flashed past—her younger self trapped in the middle of it, the whole generation crammed into one frame.
And then it was gone.
All that remained were the stories hanging in front of her, one after another, flattened into records and headlines, proof that time had kept pushing.
"No way."
"What?" Lucas asked, suddenly sounding a little less drunk. "What happened?"
A headline hung, dry and ugly with an image underneath it. Someone she recognized, barely standing between two uniform with their head lowered and their body bound.
"What the hell..."
"Local Pair Arrested, RICO..." Her mouth twisted. "Raul and Morrows got nailed for fraud, apparently. Then did it again under a different name and got busted."
"Oh damn." Lucas gave a low whistle. "Jim really went from stealing wallets to stealing way more money."
"Hey check this out."
Lucas paused, then coughed.
An icon drifted into the center of her vision and she stared at it until it opened into a screen of its own. Another article rose up in front of her.
'Alonzo V. charged in multi-city fraud ring.'
"Fraud." Her nose wrinkled. "A lot of fraud. Like...a genuinely embarrassing amount of fraud."
"And another."
A new one slid over the first before she could finish processing it.
"Three former contractors detained abroad under POW status after border conflict escalation."
A few more, some stories worse than others.
"Screw this." She flicked her hand and most of them dispersed, only a few remained.
"So either dead, locked up, insane, or rich."
"...What the hell happened to all of us? Say Lucas...did we get of easy?"
Then a rough breath pushed through the speaker.
"...So what about you?"
Sienna's eyes stayed on the last screens for another second before she dismissed them too. One by one, the city finally came back into full shape around her.
"You done anything lately that could land you in the bin?"
"Nah." she said at last, too calm. "I'm retiring."
"I'm retiring." She repeated, a little slower this time, this time there were no one around the place. "After I get back from my trip home, I'm opening a shop."
"What are you retiring from?" His voice turned strange around the edges. "Don't tell me reading all that scared you."
"Please. If anything, they just convinced me half of you idiots should've been sent to the crazy house sooner."
"I still haven't forgiven you, by the way. Lucas."
"...Yeah."