Nyx played with the zipper that concealed the small amount of items that she had the fortune to own. It wasn't very serious things - a picture of her mother, a too-big wool jumper and some chocolate that a friend of hers had managed to rob from the vicious old lady who guarded the collection of female orphans and abandoned youth. Nyx was always a quiet creature, unless she needed something, so she kept quiet in the back of the posh car. A bump in the road made her bag fly out of her hands before she pulled it back and hugged it to her chest. 

She had been informed that morning that she had been bought by someone from another town. After the allotted two minutes to pack and say goodbye to the girls that she didn't get on so bad with, she was dragged into the back of a car and sent away. She hadn't cried though, the orphanage was a harsh place and she knew that she would be hard-pressed to find a master who was much more evil than that place. Her placing in this home had awakened a new sense of caution in her that she had never seen before. She would obviously try to win her new master over and see what she could get from it.

So, with a slightly scared yet completely naive look, she was pulled from the car with a strong grasp before she was sent towards the door with a shove. She knew that running was pointless - the driver was watching her and he was a lot faster than she ever was. And thus, Nyx found herself wearing her coat to cover against the rain, her bag clad in one hand as she drifted to the door and lifted the weighty knocked before dropping it and creating a considerable echo within the house. She had a very bad feeling about this but she simply opened the top button of her cost and hoped that her master wasn't gay.