Lobotomy Corp. Remnant: Faust's Story

The child had nothing left. There was too much she had lost.

Her lost right eye, her lost colleagues, her lost workplace, her lost trust. Countless other lost things flashed together in her mind.

The job's done. I'll be heading back.

After that short report, the child shoved the transmitter into her pocket.

The world within her single-lens view…

A dead person, separated into two halves, succumbed on the cold floor of the Backstreets; illuminated by an ill-maintained blue, blinking and flickering.

Do you know?

The child asked a question to someone who couldn't reply.

The child, expecting nothing as an answer, goes on.

When will Faust's work be recognized?

No one, not even a common insect, is there to lend an ear to her withered lament.

When will I be free of the stigma that binds me to a fallen Wing?

If there is one thing she hasn't lost, it would be a fact, tying her to the old L Corp… Yes, the fact that she once worked for the company where my children resided.

Is there a reason why I had to come out alive from that living hell?

Is there any place that needs me?

Did anybody else survive that sudden burial? What was the meaning of those shining nights and sunless days?

The child let out a small sigh…

There is nothing Faust can know.

Her tiny breath scattered away before it could fill that small corner of the alley.