Miyuki stood just in front of the entrance to her new room, staring blankly down at the ground. It didn't matter that this was yet another new place. She had no one to blame but herself for ending up here. Her brain registered that there were two beds, but beyond that she did not care. As long as whomever her new roomate was left her alone, she would be as content as ever.<br/><br/>The orderly that had assisted Miyuki thus far urged her a little further into the room. She could feel a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently in an almost reassuring manner, and then there was nothing. The doors were closed and sealed shut behind her, and the woman was left in silence and solitude. A familiar and almost comforting state to be in, really. Miyuki made herself walk over to the bed on the left side of the room, sitting on the edge silently as she fell back into her thoughts.<br/><br/><em>I have no one to blame but myself. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I'd still have a home. No.. not a home. I lost that a long time ago. My fault. My fault. All my fault.</em><br/><br/>The woman looked almost like a posed doll, perched precariously on top of the blankets. Her hair was decently ordered, but stray strands hung limply in front of her face, and it was mussed from the slightly breeze that had passed when she was moved from the vehicle into Rosanam for the first time. Her clothing hung limply and almost awkwardly over her form. Her small hands remained at her sides, hanging there as though she didn't know how to use them. Miyuki maintained a downward, blank stare as her thoughts overtook her mind. No doubt the next time the door to the room opened, she would be in the exact same pose.