Siren was thankful the box landed on a dry and safe surface — but not safe enough since the box had already been broken. Completely. It was cheap and old and Siren knew its experiences after being in her hand was too much for the cheap box her mother Jocelle spent so much money for more than they could earn back then. Just to keep these things from her past.
She fought back the tears, but she could not help it. Everything was too much and overwhelming for her. Knowing she was alone, she let the tears fall down her face. Glad of the darkness. And the silence. She let the frustrations take over her as she embraced what little was left on the box and everything in it against her chest.
When from the corner of her eyes, she caught movements. Silhouette of men scurried away and went back to
