Eden sat on the edge of her large, white bed, already dressed in her black catsuit, hood up and zipped tight. She pulled on one boot at a time and zipped those up as well, the moonlight from the evening sky shining in through her floor to ceiling windows that let her gaze into the cityscape each morning and night. She stood and walked over to the window, taking out her mask, and tying it around her eyes. A few wisps of white hair tried to stick to her hand as she pulled it back out of her hood. The last minute items were her archery accessories, hand and arm guard, quiver, and her all black bow. She turned away from her apartment and headed down the hall to the stairs. Before she had started doing this little, vigilante, anti-hero routine, she’d taken out all the cameras in her hallway and the stairwells from her floor down. The super didn’t care or at least seem to notice. She checked periodically and they’d never been fixed. Then again, neither had the smell from 12B she and others had been complaining about for months.

Eden made it out through an emergency exit she’d figured out how to disable, and headed outside, sticking to the shadows. After all, that’s where most crime happened anyway, wasn’t it? Tonight though, her feet led her towards her past without her even thinking about it. She soon found herself in the alley behind a large brick building that read “Los Angeles Children’s Orphanage” on the front. She hesitated getting any closer, just letting her wide blue eyes peer from the alleyway into the windows, glowing dully with yellow. Children inside, some happy, some crying. It seemed the workers were all in one room tonight, playing cards, smoking, and laughing. Well, better than the alternative that she’d experienced. She slowly walked towards the building, climbing the windows silently with memory in her fingers, before reaching the roof. From up here she sat on the edge, legs dangling over, awaiting a gun shot, a scream of fire, simply an event to give her purpose.