Standing in the middle of the crowd of the market Hymn felt almost as if her heart were snapping as but a twig under the weight of the world itself.  Everything felt cold to her as her keen hearing picked up on the many words.  Untrustable.  Trickery.  Liar.  Monster.  A web of lies set forth by those who once she called family that grew by those who once she saw as friends.  She wished so greatly to hide as her shaken hands raised to grip at the oak colored cloak of fine cloths, her nails weaving the fabric around them as she dropped her head further in shame.  Thus did she disappear.<br/><br/>In an instant where the girl once stood was nothing more then stone of the ground, the girl herself taking up an illusion to cast herself to an invisibility.  Rushing through the crowds she was quick to weave through them herself.  Even with her gone she could still hear the voices.  The voices that were grating at the depth of her mind.  The voices of betrayal.  At the entrance of the alleys she finally slinked away, her veil of invisibility dropped as the cloaked girl revealed herself again.<br/><br/>She was unmindful of her surroundings as she moved deeper into the alleys, not paying a great heed to anything but the ground.  Her hands still trembling for all that came to happen in just a single day.  To Hymn's fortunes, or perhaps misfortunes however her day was not over.  Raising her head she'd see a large fellow with a gaping hole in his neck and pool of blood.  This would stop her dead in her tracks as her eyes held to the being.  An attack?  A mugging perhaps?  She was unsure.  But faced with the sight of death her mind could not fully comprehend what was going on.<br/><br/>The very image of death also calmed her nerve at the same moment.  Her shaking would slow and her body would relax as she watched the corpse.  Such a thing was going to be her fate as well wasn't it?  Alone she no longer had her noble family to hide behind.  Forsaken by the word of nobility she no longer had friends to survive with.  In truth she was still in shock of her situation and one could likely consider the thoughts of the girl foolish.  But equally in the end were her thoughts her own.<br/><br/>Raising her gaze her eyes of blue revealed themselves from under her hood to Meren and soon after signs of her fiery orange hair would come to sight.  Silent for a few seconds she would stand as a statue, her skin pale as porcelain and seeming fragile as glass would make her seem a product left to shatter in such a world.  But she herself would break her own silence as she whispered, her voice weak almost as if she lost the will to throw any form of strength into it as her words danced on whatever passing winds came to break the alleyways with them.<br/><br/>"...Did you do this?..."<br/><br/>She didn't know the man. The chances were the answer was yes.  But equally she was asking another question.  A question that hit the back of her mind several times over as a hammer.   Was she next?  Did she deserve such a fate for being born?  She did not know.