Independence. It wasn’t something that Erin chose, but something handed to her when she was thrown into a harsh world of poverty and hunger at such an early age. After being independent for the most part of her 24 years, Erin had learnt the hard way that the only one she could fully trust was herself. Put your trust into someone else and it’ll be as if you just handed them a fully-loaded gun and told them not to pull the trigger on you.
People are unreliable. Ruthless. Always at a risk to commit stupid mistakes. But herself? Erin knew her limits, she knew when to fight and when to fly, she knew if her foot would hit an opponent’s face within a certain distance because she had done it dozens of times. She trusted only herself—what her eyes could see, what her skin could feel, what her brai
