This is what it all comes down to, she thought bitterly, clutching her twin void pistols tighter. The once playful, insolent girl was gone, replaced by someone-no, something-shattered by the weight of her past. What a joke.

The rooftop she found herself on was the most isolated place she could reach. The rain pounded against her, soaking her as if trying to cleanse her of the sins. But no amount of rain could wash away what she had done.

Her pristine white hair now drenched, obscuring her vision as her heterochromatic eyes-one gold, one blue, stared out at the city below. But she wasn't looking at the city; she was looking inward, her own memories. Sirin, the Herrscher of the Void, her "other self," had brought pain and destruction to all. All because of her. All because she wasn't strong enough to control the power within her.

I should've been better. I should've been stronger. The thought echoed in her mind. Her heart, once so full of light and warmth, now felt like a hollow void. If anyone should suffer, it's me.

The city lights blurred, indistinguishable. She let out an empty laugh, as she collapsed to her knees, her hands shaking. The pistols in her grasp felt heavier than ever before. Kiana pressed the barrel of one gun against her neck, feeling the cold steel against her.

"I will show you... I will change this imperfect world..."

Trembling, yet she voiced more louder, more frantic, trying to convince herself of the truth of her words.

"I can't change my fate, but I can change who I am... I must bury my past and pain..."

She squeezed her eyes shut. The rain poured down harder, almost as if urging her to end it all here and now.

She was tired-so tired of fighting, of running, of being afraid of herself. But she couldn't give up, not now. Not when there was still a sliver of hope left, buried deep beneath the pain and guilt.

"I'll change... I'll change who I am..."