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In the garden of my orphanage, all the little bastards crowded around me as I shared some lollipops. "Aight, you bludgers! Gather round! If you can\'t follow the rules, you\'re welcome to piss off!"

"Get stuffed slagger!"

"Shut it, kid, who did you learn to curse from? The name is Robyn."

With my earnings from Hellsgate, I bought snacks for a bunch of little bastards. Tim Tams, Freddo Frogs, Caramello Koalas, Pods, even a sack of Violet Crumbles! Seeing them running around high on sugar was definitely not healthy, but it was probably my own selfishness to share some joy in their lives.

After all, nobody did that for me. My old home was a run-down church in Woorabinda, Queensland, which ran on donations. Known as the poorest place in the country, Woorabinda was a real shithole.

My story was the same as the rest of the kids here. My parents were foreigners, and as a little bastard I was stolen from them. At least I was told I was stolen. Some of us were sold, if their stories were true.

Like the Stolen Generations days of Ballarat Orphanage, Woorabinda had a child trafficking syndicate headquartered here. They stole or bought children from South East Asia, China and India. The children were used as porn stars, whores for perverts or cheap labor. Of course, there are also situations such as mine, where they were sold to terrorists.

I left this place when I was sold at the age of eight. I just found my way back last month. For ten years I spent my life training and killing as a combat joey in order to survive.

Of course, when the group that bought me found out that I had run away, they finished me off for good. And so I became a reaper, sick, right? Who knew I would become one. Now I could earn a living killing dead people.

"Robyn, thank you for your donation. We really have had a lot of trouble staying afloat." The middle-aged woman in charge thanked me once again.

"No worries sister. I came from this place a decade ago, so it is all right," I replied.

"Oh my, how wonderful. I am sure that the family that adopted you must have been good people."

"Uh, yes, they were."

The kind who would take care of your problems if you paid them enough. But she didn\'t need to know that. After all, I was not going to come back after today. I played with the ankle biters for a few more hours before I left and started walking around. When I looked for the kids I knew, they were all long gone.

"What am I going to do now? Where do I go? I don\'t want to return to the terrorists. The branch I knew is all dead, and the other branch tried to kill me. Should I take revenge? Or should I just find a spunk and get naughty?"

The moment I thought of the opposite sex, his face appeared. John Smith. I thought all men were slags with their brains in their dongers. But he was different, I guess. When I was almost forced to root with a perv and left to die, I cried so hard. Was I really that worthless?

I was not happy that John murdered them all, but my chest felt tight when he did it for me. Even though he said otherwise in front of Lilly\'s father, it was true that he took revenge on my behalf. I rarely had anyone watching my back, so the feeling was unfamiliar. Even when I ran with the terrorists, I worked alone.

The name of the group was secret, so I literally knew nothing. They just gave me meals when I did the job and starved me if I didn\'t. My time with them ended due to a military ambush.

After that, I didn\'t know what to do, so I just returned to the orphanage. I thought I could live out my days here, but a nun sold me out for cash. She was already gone, but I didn\'t want to stay here anymore.

\'Nice to meet you Liv, Aki, Robyn. I am John Smith. I will kill the redhead and his entire assault group for his debts to me and you. Afterwards I will snatch the brute from the gorilla. Let\'s have some fun while we\'re together.\'

Ugh, why does John\'s face keep showing up? At first I thought it was great to become a Reaper, but I quickly learned that they were even worse than humans. If I hadn\'t met Aki or Liv. I would not have even bothered to try so hard.

I opened a Tim Tam and started munching on the lollies. At least I knew that the Wombat\'s group wouldn\'t stab me in the back. Aki told me all about the reapers, so I had an idea of what to expect. She looked very nice, but I felt that something was broken with her.

My walk continued until I reached the entrance to the orphanage. There was a rickety welcoming arch. As I looked at the dirty thing, I remembered the dream I had last night.

In it, I was sitting on a white horse, standing next to a welcome arch just like this one, but it was made of bones. Around my neck was a sign that said "Rhiannon the Sinner". I had no idea what the dream meant, but it felt so real. I had never experienced anything like that before.

Feeling a bit rooted, I sat by the arch, wondering where to go next. A moment later an Ute full of blokes in what looked like shabby looking armor arrived. From the way they moved, these guys looked like amateurs, so they were probably human.

"Are you Robyn Lithgow?" one of them asked.

"Piss off and do the Harry, you fuckwit," I replied in a colorful manner.

"Just tell us what you know about John Smith. We are here for his head."

I stood up and brushed the dirt off my shorts. "Which one?"

"Oy, that slut is toying with us. How about we rough her up a little? She looks easy on the eyes, yeah?"

"{Hike}, {Pack}, {Ascend}." I pulled out my knife and ran at full speed towards one of the pervs, plunging my dagger into his throat.

Surprised by my sudden attack, he tried to pull the knife out only to kill himself even faster. His blood poured out of his new orifice and bathed me in it\'s stream. I pulled out another dagger as I flicked the flesh and blood off the first.

The others looked at me with terrified eyes. It seems they never believed I would counterattack. Why were Bogans looking for my wombat? He may be a perv and a wombat, but I felt he was genuinely worried about me.

\'Robyn, you need more blood? Just use {Loot} after the battle.\'

The moment people knew my fate, they started treating me like crap, but not for my wombat.

\'You\'re wrong, Liv, {Eat}, {Carry}, and {Withstand} are not trash {Fates}. And I will prove it in our battle.\'

He relied on me, believed in my abilities, and counted me as one of his own. He even fought a Revenant for my sake.

\'Robyn, pack the gorilla and run with me! The rest of you follow!\'

\'FUCK YOU! DAVID THOMAS! YOU WILL NOT HARM THEM! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!\'

Nobody wanted someone like Robyn Lithgow, except this slagger who was crazy enough to haul a gorilla around like a bullet.

\'FEEL THE RAGE OF THE FORMLESS YOU FUCKING BASTARD! {COUNTER}!\'

But if he knew everything I had done, would there still be a place by his side? What if he became disgusted and threw me away as well?

\'Well then, shall we make history?\'

Originally, I only went with Liv and Aki to join him. Thanks to them I was able to survive and it was never boring at his side. I had the time of my life when we took down a rank D and then charged to our deaths.

He was fucking insane and I loved every second I spent with him. And unlike most leaders, he led from the front. Yet these blokes think that they were all of that?

"You\'ve come to the right place, you cunts." I tensed my core and lowered my stance. Perhaps the leader had finally realized the situation and started shouting orders, not that it mattered in the slightest.

Rhiannon and I had one thing in common, we were both sinners.

I, who had no past, present or future, knew nothing beyond murder. If the wombat wanted me, I was his. I would stay until he told me to bugger off. Though I would probably just off myself if that ever happened. Would anyone even notice if I died?

"Please don\'t leave me," I whispered to myself.

***

After the battle, I checked their wallets but found nothing. It was unlike me, but my hands started to shake when the fighting ended. Was I afraid that John wouldn\'t want me anymore? I was useful to them, wasn\'t I? If I lost my usefulness, would they kill me like the terrorists?

I had to find out, so I took out the GRI and registered under the name Rhiannon. In less than a minute I received a call. Bella said to register if we needed help, thankfully she wasn\'t just blowing smoke.

[Robyn! Where are you? Are you safe?] she asked worriedly.

"Arvo Bella, I just took out a hit squad but I am fine."

[Good, I am glad. Listen, pack up and go to Japan. Jo and Jas are on their way. Lilly is on her way to pick you up].

"Why? Has something happened to Aki?"

[Aki has a sick brother who was kidnapped, Lilly found out where he is being held so we are going to rescue him].

Why was everyone wasting time on Aki\'s brother? Millions of children disappeared every year. Unable to stop myself, I asked out of character, bitterly. "What would you have done if I hadn\'t checked in?"

[We would have come to Australia and looked for you. Why do you ask?]

"You\'d look for someone like me? You know I am a combat joey, right?" my voice began to crack unknowingly.

[Robyn, are you all right? You are one of us, we would even if you were a cripple,] she replied in a sharp tone.

"But if the wombat knows I killed people... women, children. I-I am a murderer!" I cried in disgust and shame.

[We know Robyn, honey knows, and he doesn\'t care.]

"He doesn\'t?" I asked in surprise.

[Honey never blamed you Robyn, in fact he felt responsible for you.]

"Why?" tears began to fall from my cheeks, washing away the blood.

[Because that is who he is. John would never abandon you, Robyn. None of us would.]

As I calmed down, I wiped away my tears. I had to get the truth from the wombat the next time we met. But for now...

"Okay. Tell me what I need to do to get to Japan."