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It is a cold night in Spaghetti Town, and in stark contrast to the bustle from the day, the WWA Dojo lays silent. DOG snores quietly in a corner of the kitchen, which has fallen still following the dinner-time rush. LILLITH had cracked, fried and scrambled dozens of eggs, making all manner of abominations known for two things: their horrid taste, and incredible dietary effectiveness. But one by one the Dojo girls had taken their leave, a handful staying to help clean up, and soon it was the Dojo Chef alone finalising preparations for the coming day. The coming day...
LILLITH does not sleep, something various birds, frogs and DOGS have come to learn over the 15 months she has been in Spaghetti Town. She spends her nights cleaning the Dojo and the gym equipment, and ensuring the safety and protection of the rookies who sleep in the dorms. So many had left over her time here, their vests, jackets and bandanas no longer adding a splash of colour to the place she calls home; a home that she, Ash Romero and a handful of then-rookies had helped to refurbish following yet another in a string of catastrophes to plague them. The Crown's coffers had helped; even LILLITH cannot deny this. But this Dojo was torn down by power-hungry monsters, and rebuilt by the hands of good people. She would never stop protecting the ones still here.
For a long time, LILLITH would spend some hours each night practicing her English, the language as foreign as any other on the surface for her. LILLITH believes she is getting better, but there are still times she struggles to find the right words. Names and faces do not come easy to her, but she tries so hard, and makes many mistakes. She does not fully understand tone or nuance. But she is getting better every day.
LILLITH wanted something once. LILLITH lived for something once. But now, she has more. More than she ever thought possible. DOG. The Dojo. Friends. LILLITH doesn’t want what she once craved.
Does she?