As she heard the door squeak open on it’s rusty hinges she didn’t even glance over her shoulder to see who was intruding upon her solitude. Whoever they were, they would not change anything she was doing. She would not trade sides. She would not betray the people who had raised her and made her who she was. She had said so adamantly on the first day they had brought her to this disgusting room and closed the door on her. They may have broken the fight inside of her; but she would die before she became one of them.