~~Ciara~~

{ Open }

Ciara sighed, walking through the abandoned city. She groaned, stepping over stuff. She had vague memories of living here, and seeing it like this, it just brought tears to her eyes. The battle-hardened assassin hadn't cried in a long time. She understood her last since her adopted brother's passing, and knew that he loved her. She was even carrying his next generation: her and Jackson's son. She was a little over five months pregnant, and couldn't wait for her son to be born. She entered a ruined house that seemed familiar to her.