‘I'm really done. I feel like in the next few days, people will already mourn me because I died of hunger. I'm sure that if I lose my job, I'll end up on the streets. And on the streets, I'll starve, I'll die on the streets, and even if I die on the streets, nobody will notice my body. Only on the streets will my body dissolve, decompose, until my body turns to ashes. Until I am completely forgotten by everyone I know here in New York. And surely, even in the afterlife, I'll be blamed and cursed by my mother because I wasn't able to send her anything before I passed away.’
"Hestia," Raven's voice woke her up, causing her thoughts to fade away. She returned to the present and looked at her boss, who clearly wasn't pleased with what he discovered.
Her hands and feet trembled with fear. But
