Innocent as the earth. Pure as the sky. Precious as rubies. Wonderful as the sun. THAT'S her before, before it all happened. Before those monsters came in through and broke every piece of her soul. Now, all she could do is nothing. She can't feel anything, can't do anything. She's lost, she's in chaos and all she ever want now is to escape to this miserable hellish life she has. . . " My soul was busted into pieces, turned to ivory, to stone, into steel." | R a v e n