The young child sat in the chair, listening to her mother's lullaby until the playful voices in her head ceased—until she felt her mother pick her up.
"Child, we're leaving to meet our Fate."
She heard her mother's footsteps, the sound of the door to the rooftop being opened, and even more distantly, laughter, conversation, and that... whisper that frightened her.
It was the whisper of Chaos, her mother always said that.
What Chaos was, Pam didn't know, but when her mother mentioned the word, inside... there seemed to be flames of anger.
With her mother's steps, the young child heard heavy breathing, that of a man named Doma, greedy, and his ever-present friends.
Friends, what were friends, multiple people? The mother never explained.
The sounds that reached Pam's ears grew louder, she heard the neighboring sister's dissatisfied retort.
"Father, why should I get close to that Malin?"