Things were different after joining the RFA. Her mind seemed to work less than when it did when she lived alone. Now that her daily life consisted of socializing & working more often than usual, she found herself going back into the cage of lies. It sickened her stomach. She would gag internally talking to her friends. They didn't know her. They didn't know the real her. But one thing they did know, was that she would have lots of adapting to do. Since these people couldn't meet her, these fake personalities wouldn't hinder their lives. She sighed in relief at that. No fake personality of hers were to come to interfere with another's life. Relentless socializing tore the life from her grasp. Her weak grasp, at that. But it wasn't like it was really in her hands in the first place. She wasn't supposed to be here. On this Earth. She felt it. But ridiculous theories aside, she needed to adjust to this new life & she needed to adjust fast.

Emails were flowing fast into her inbox.  The words looked like chicken scratches to her because it was so early in the morning. She had fallen asleep in the keyboard & the bright light the monitor gave off was threatening her pupils. Stabbing into them & protruding through her skull. Naturally, a cringe filled her features as she pushed herself from the sticky counter. She needed a better schedule. A better sleeping schedule, that is. She sighed loudly, popping her joints back into place. As she did so, her phone chimed with the notification that a Chatroom had been opened. She unlocked her phone & joined in on the conversation, her false self flowing through her finger tips. She looked at the poster on the way. It laughed at her. She cringed.

The Chatroom closed as she bid her goodbyes. She pulled at her cuticles. Things weren't real what she said didn't matter. What made her anxious was Luciel. The man was so similar to herself that she began to freak. She left the Chatroom saying she needed to eat in fear of growing closer to somebody so much like herself that they could get hurt if they saw her for real. She dug into her cuticles again & again. The stress consumed her mind as she felt herself drain from reality. He doesn't know me. I cant risk him getting hurt. He's to valuable. & with that, she relaxed. A plan had been formulated. She decided to act more. This fake personality of hers could potentially push him away if she tried hard enough. She liked him enough as a person to protect him from herself. She let out a soft smile. At least she could protect one thing in this world. Luciel would be her tool for a purpose. Now she had a place to fit in. A reason to be here. To protect him. From what she could tell, he didn't know the dangers of people like her. His bubbly personality & hilarity lead her to like him quite a bit. She needed to protect him. He was too much like her fake personality to let him go on obliviously. She tore her cuticles & the soft skin was revealed. A bad habit, she scolded herself. Let's hope the man on the poster won't laugh at her tomorrow.