The Burning Rain

It was late September when the rain came.
People burned. People died.
Rho did not.

For some inexplicable reason, Rho was chosen by the rain to do its bidding. She doesn't have a problem with it, right? Especially after what she went through as a kid. Besides-she doesn't have a choice, anyway. And who ever said that innocent 17-year-olds can't have a mean streak?

Hill knows exactly why he continues to follow the rain's orders-because he gets to be a part of justice. But then he sees someone else do the exact same thing, and he'd not okay with that. From then on, it becomes hard to ignore the doubt living deep under all the crap he'd thrown on top of it. Justice. Honor. Necessity.... Can he really keep blindly following orders without stopping to evaluate what it's doing to him?