Haruko made her way slowly across the Sand. She looked around slowly, checking, making sure, just in case. She had Kiri on a mission, an assassination mission, but she was not going to go through with it.
Instead, she was looking, once again, for purpose. Her long black hair moved gently in the wind and she sighed. She was still alone.
"Fate is an illusion made up to distract you from the decisions you make." she told herself quietly. She was not alone because she was 'destined' to be alone. She was alone because she had no one, and if she had someone, then she would not be alone. It was not Fate doing this to her, it was herself.
And so she kept moving, through the sandy desert, in search of someone, or something, to live for.
Her goal now was to join a team, a group of people, or some sort of organization, to get her hopes back up, so she could actually live again....
....For Her Greatest Fear Was Life At Whole....
