Roxy's POV
Things haven't been great since then. Cyrus...just disappeared on us. Fear now gripped us harder than my dad's claws.
I was sulking since three days. The desert, Sahara that was going to be turned to Psuedo Hell started looking too barren. The world in fact...was looking too barren.
Why would Cyrus run away from us like that? What would make him come back to us? To me?
Gena and Akira have been by my side ever since. With each or more of all sins' orbs in me, held and safe, I was to start creating Pseudo Hell. But it didn't feel right anymore.
"Roxy. You haven't eaten since we came back." Gena gently shoved the apple in my lap. Oh, apples. I kind of hated that fruit for the history it holds. My father got blamed for the woman's curiosity.
Well. I turned away from the fruit anyway. I know Gena was just trying to care for me, but I found solace in pushing people away.
