Lady Nagant and the day the dream of heroism died

That day the sky was raining, as if it was in grief. It was the day a girl who dreamed of changing the world for better lost her dreams in the lies of heroism. She looked up, her teared-up gaze, gently disguised by the pouring rain, was lost, as if clamoring to a greater force to do her life real justice when all she was taught was how to do wrong. It would be the last day she would sorrow for her dreams, and everything that would remain would be wrath, unbridled rage, against the system that made her kill for the delusion of a perfectly stable world, one built upon the corpses of the innocents she sworn to protect as a heroine.