moria temple {d9 - cb - fin}

People don't give a shit about orphans, and that established fact has pros and cons.

Cons? You get no sympathy. No hope for a warm loving family, no hope for a bright future, none of that sunshine bullshit. You won't live a fulfilling life and you won't make anyone proud.

Pros? Nobody pays attention to you. While that sounds lonely, it makes it easy for girls like me to get a job making the type of money factory workers will never see. They can polish their shoes all they like - all I need is a clear head and a clipboard. See, the industry of drugs is illegal, but that's because it pays so damn unfairly it's ridiculous. While this girl Violent manages her drug ring disguised as a bakery, I sit in the back and do her inventory. How many bags of cocaine come in, the weight of each package, the day and time of the next expected shipment. I keep a book of every transaction we make. Call me a record keeper; a secretary, even. I make sure nobody takes advantage of this girl who calls herself violent.

Never trust a name; there are so many assholes out there playing God, but I trust this one enough not to cross her. I like my job, and I want to keep my job. It's quiet, simple, and calculations come easy to me.

Turns out it's quite easy to come from nothing. Nobody knows who I am, and even if they did, they have no idea where to look for me.