"We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us." - Ken Levine
"Where were you?" Brooklyn yelled at Athena, who just arrived at the safe house. Gerald remained on the couch with coffee in hand as if he does not know where Athena had gone; he had a thought of where she had gone, but was not one to question her grandfather.
Athena did not respond as she walked past Brooklyn and straight up to the bathroom. Brooklyn watched Athena walk away and could smell the stains of blood in her; the strong smell of rotten iron and rust were all over her, which made Brooklyn worry about her.
Gerald smelt it too, but he did not care; it was not the first time Athena came home with the foul stench of blood all over her. What made him curious is how she could remove the blood off her face in such
