Ryven sat, motionless, staring at the blue water of the garden's pool, watching the ripples from the fake raindrops striking its surface. His knuckles were busted open, and he had a bleeding gash on his forehead from when one of the overzealous security personnel banged Ryven's forehead into a bulkhead on the way to the office of Sister Caille. Blood dripped from these slowly, and left little red streaks in the rainwater that was collecting on the earthen floor of the garden. He pondered life outside of the orphanage, as an orphan on the streets of some Caldari city, or worse, as a bilge rat on some backwater Caldari station, or the sex slave of one of the State's higher-level aristocrats. He wondered if he would even be able to control the fire within.
"Why am I this way? Why am I only happy when I have something to fight?"
His concentration was broken by the sound of the station's announcement system.
"Ryven, report to compartment 1-204-3-L"
"What the fuck do they want now?" Ryven said aloud, to the garden. The silence answered him, as only it could.
He stood and left through the cold steel hatch to the corridor outside the garden. He was on the 3rd deck, so he made his way to the lift at the middle of the passageway's length and selected deck 1. He was alone on the lift, but didn't have much time to think before the doors hissed open and he found himself on deck 1, where the guests of the Sisters stayed. Compartment 1-204-3-L was a living compartment, at frame 204, on the 1st deck, near the starboard side of the station. How they managed to decide which side of the nearly circular station was the starboard was a mystery to him, but he knew which it was solely from practice. He arrived at a door marked 1-204-3-L. He rang the electronic buzzer on the outside of the door and was greeted by the hiss of the door opening.
"Come in." Came the voice from within.
Ryven did as he was bidden, and crossed the threshold to what would be the next chapter of his life.
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