It wasn't that she had no home, her stepfather always waiting for her return. But she didn't want to go back. Her father was a nice and kind man but she always felt uneasy around him. She felt guilty for having him take on the responsibility of providing for her just because he had found her when she was a child. The bonds of father and daughter were simply not there. So she stayed away as much as she could, often returning home in the dark of night when she was certain he would be asleep. It became like a routine.
Her steps faltered ever so slightly and her vision blurred. She hadn't eaten for a few days, prioritizing training over the need to maintain bodily functions. Added to the mix was her inability to sleep at night. Her body was screaming for her attention, but pushing past her limits had also become a routine. The young girl fell forward, her muscles giving way as she turned into a dark alleyway. It was bound to happen, that much she knew. As her vision blurred and eventually became pitch black, she would see a figure in the distance, coming from the other side of the alleyway.