[b] Retrospect Dojoville cafe 9:45 PM[/b] The shop was almost ready to close. Everyone else had left, leaving only a few people who either were too young, injured by all the shit going on in their home, or by those who didn't think it was best to drink then. In a removed corner of the quaint little coffee shop, sat the ever scarred Alpha. She watched her coffee absentmindedly, mulling over the last part of her life. After the last attack by the NTR, so many months and years after the actual crime she was accused of, she had come to grips with the fact that her current course had her set for self-destruction. She had driven many of her friends (or would have been friends) away with her illogical rationale, brought on by a wary haze of paranoia that soaked into her mind like a cancer. Despite every opportunity given to her to redden herself, she had retreated into a shelter of self-pity fueled by her own mistakes. Her body, her mind, her very soul was corrupted by this cancer gnawing away at her psyche. Following this revelation, she had discarded her weapon, leaving herself defenseless. At this point in her life, she wasn't sure what she should do. Her want for a family had kept her with the Arrowhead, but it had also been the main reason for her current state. Laying down her gun seemed impossible, but she knew that piracy and the debauchery she had engaged in would further harm herself. As time went on, and the night got darker, Alpha remained. The shifts on the cafe changed, and most of the remaining few patrons had left. Her booth was mostly empty, save for herself. Sleep didn't seem like an option, so pondering her life decisions seemed as good a way to pass time as any. Hell, maybe another night owl could even talk to her. [spoiler]opem[/spoiler]