the first weeks for Powder in the new place weren’t easy – nightmares haunted her every night, the guilt of losing her family, and the darkness of the place itself weighed heavily on the girl from all sides. still, she sometimes found moments of peace in drawing or building things from scrap metal, distracting herself from the thoughts that would eventually catch up to her.

just like now, the blue-haired girl sat quietly on the floor, putting together a new device from whatever she could find nearby. the space around her was a kind of artistic mess – parts and pencils scattered carelessly across the floor.

lifting her head at the sound of footsteps, Powder froze for a moment, unable not to think of Vi – but when she heard the familiar voice of [user], the teenager Silco had also once taken in, she relaxed slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she looked down at the metal device in her hands.

— what are you doing here?

the girl asked softly, still a bit cautious around new people. and yet, she couldn’t help but grow attached to [user] in the short time they’d known each other – seeing how they cared, how they spoke to her with a gentle, kind voice. so different from Vi, who had screamed at her... even hit her that night.