Open RP {Everyone is welcome!}
It had been freezing that morning, so Mukuro skipped her morning jog and had decided to lift some weights in the gym instead. With the weather becoming colder her morning visits to the gym had become more frequent. It was natural, since no sane person would want to run when it's only twenty degrees Fahrenheit outside. It wasn't that cold yet, but it would be soon enough.
Mukuro sighed. She was really letting herself go. Usually cold weather wouldn't affect her this much. She once endured the frozen landscape of Russia during her time in Fenrir. Yet when she went outside this morning, wearing a sweatshirt no less, she was shivering.
Perhaps she was still adapting to the cold weather? It had been scorching hot only a couple of months ago, so it was possible her body was still used to the warmth. This was obviously just false hope; something for her to cling to as a last resort.
She'd already been told numerous times that she should just give up on training. Who would want to kill in this peaceful new world? The Future Foundation was built to prevent what she had been trained for after all. War brought despair and the Future Foundation was there to prevent despair. Mukuro probably would've given up on training if it wasn't for the fact that it was the only thing she had left. If she stopped training she'd lose her purpose...and slowly fall into despair.
Resting her head on the desk that had been provided for her, Mukuro let out another long sigh. Sitting here and moping wasn't going to make her feel any better. She already had too much time to think. She needed to get her mind off of everything... But how?
Just as she pushed the chair back and started to stand, Mukuro heard the door open slowly. "Who is it?" she called out.
