(This is my oc! art made by me, with a base.)

Madoka meant harmony in Japanese. But Madoka was anything but that.

She had gone through a whole lot. Terrible life growing up.

She finally found her own life, working day and night to raise up money. She couldn't attend college, didn't really want to either. Now she's 26 years old.

She lives in an apartment, one room, one bathroom, and a kitchen area. A bit cheap, but at least she had a roof over her head. Everyone else in the building judges and gossips about her. She doesn't even care anymore.

One night, she was sitting outside, on the bench. It was raining. She didn't have an umbrella.

She let the rain pour on her, just staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

That's when she heard someones foot steps.

Ever the cautious and paranoid one, her head snapped towards that person.

The person looked familiar- they lived in the same building as her. But thing is, they never talked shit about her. What was their name again..?

She thought to herself, just staring up at them as her black bangs stuck to her forehead.