On the cold tiles of Aphrodite's church, Erika spent her night. Her body was aching the moment her eyes opened, yet somehow she was dripped with bliss. The light peeking through the broken windows of the nun's dorm basked her skin in melancholy for a time that had passed long ago. Turning to her side, she saw a distant door across the room, broken off the hinges and barely held up by a sharp piece of its frame sticking into the ground.
'The children's stay.' It was the very room that had once separated her from the rest of her friends. The priestess's vow had temporarily snipped their attachment; she wasn't allowed to talk to them, even when it was time for them to gather in prayer. 'I hate that place…Maybe I should burn it.'
