Athena stepped out of the transport shuttle, the cool breeze of Asenus planet brushing against her skin as she adjusted the bags in her hands.
This time, she was prepared. Unlike before, when she had entered her temporary home only to find an empty kitchen, this time she had gone to the market first.
She knew exactly what awaited her inside that house, nothing. She had learned from experience.
Walking up the steps, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of the sterile, untouched air greeted her.
It was as she remembered, clean, minimalist, and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth of the home she had once lived with Mors.
No, not yet. That time hasn't happened yet.
She moved swiftly, putting the groceries away, placing food in the storage units, and arranging everything efficiently, and methodically.
It was an odd feeling, knowing exactly what was about to happen, but having no way to explain why.
