Akira stared blankly at the ceiling of her room, having been doing so for several long hours. Endless boredom such as this was a common torture for her ever since she arrived at the orphanage or, more rather, ever since she came into existence. Being merely a spirit in the body of a dead, rotting stranger she, of course, didn't have to endure the everyday functions of a normal being. That wasn't necessarily an advantage, though. There was no need to sleep or dream, creating nights that felt unusually extended. Neither was there for her any eating or drinking like others in the orphanage. However, such tedious requirements would only become a distraction from her true purpose.
Deciding to bring the “activity” to a close, Akira got up and exited the room, heading for the kitchen to see who was residing there out of curiosity. To her delight, Madam Rose, the head of the orphanage, was sitting at the kitchen table. “Good day, ma'am,” Akira greeted her monotonously with an acknowledging nod of her head, her lifeless gaze locked onto the woman briefly, taking note of her suddenly unenthusiastic demeanor. “Is something the matter?” She asked with concern, although it wasn't obviously expressed.
Deciding to bring the “activity” to a close, Akira got up and exited the room, heading for the kitchen to see who was residing there out of curiosity. To her delight, Madam Rose, the head of the orphanage, was sitting at the kitchen table. “Good day, ma'am,” Akira greeted her monotonously with an acknowledging nod of her head, her lifeless gaze locked onto the woman briefly, taking note of her suddenly unenthusiastic demeanor. “Is something the matter?” She asked with concern, although it wasn't obviously expressed.









