Alright, beautiful readers, welcome back to my (not so) wonderful writing! I know I've been decreasingly active on my other stories, and I hope I can get back on Resident Evil 7 soon! So, to fill the silence of my inactivity, I'm coming in with what I hope will be a good story… I know it may not be the best in the world, but I'll give it a shot.

I stood in a large field, my eyes still burning in pain and my throat still sore from all the crying I had been doing.

"Roman…" I choked out, knowing he wouldn't be able to answer me. Never again would he answer my whispers or open my messages. In front of me stood a tall mirror, similar to the one Roman bought me for my bedroom in his apartment. When I looked in it, I saw what a mess I had become. But that wasn't all I saw. I saw that redhead. The one who killed my Roman… The only friend I ever had… And she took him from me. Through my tears, I grabbed at my umbrella. And the second I charged at her…

I woke up. I woke up lying on a dirty bathroom floor. This wasn't my apartment, was it? No… I would remember if it was. Out of curiosity, I peeked out of the window and found myself in the bad part of Vale, the part overlooked by even the police. The place I had lived before Roman had taken me in. I'd always hated this place, but now it felt like the only home I had. I sank to the floor, tears welling up in my eyes again, causing that unbearable pain in my throat and the heat to rise in my cheeks.

I cried for no less than ten minutes when I heard a knock on the door. I tried to stop crying and put on my brave face, but I knew I could only muster half a smile. The knocking came again, a bit more aggressive this time. When I opened it, I was face to chest with a man in a nice suit, two girls behind him.

"We, uh… Heard about Torchwick… We just wanted to come by and say we're sorry." The man said, but I knew he had other things on his mind.

"Th… Thank you." I choked out, still not used to using my voice in front of anybody but Roman and Cinder.

The girl in white looked at the man. "That's not all we came to say, right boss?" She looked at him with ferocity… The same way Cinder had looked at all of us.

The man shot her a glare. "No, Melanie. That's not all we came to say…" He said, sounding very strained and angry. "Look, Ice Cream, we know it's hard on you, losing Roman… We were wondering if you'd like to come with us. Get out of this… Dump."

I looked at the three people at my door, not sure whether to be grateful or hurt. I took a glance over my shoulder, into the almost completely destroyed living room of the apartment before turning back to the man.

"Y…. Yes." I whispered, still unable to speak worth a damn. I wasn't sure about these people, but if Roman knew them, they couldn't be that bad… Right?

I know, it's not the best start, but… I'm sure it'll get better soon! Let me know what you think, guys and as always, thank you for reading!