Standing in front of the building that was the purgehouse, Misa sighed. A cold shadow was draped over her, chilling her in the early morning. Her heart sank at the thought of going back inside, pretending to be a boy training to become a man. She could feel a buzz of electricity shake through her, the power Tika had stored in her still adjusting to a new body. It drained her energy to think about every secret she had to keep to herself.
Just for a little longer, she told herself. Just until we find Nisha and get rid of her and…yeah, that’s never going to happen.
Steeling herself, Misa ascended the few stone stairs that led up to the door. It was already wide open for the comings and goings of officers. Despite it being still early morning, the purgehouse bustled with movement
