Arisa's POV
I saw the plate of food put in front of me by the maid. I don't remember the last time I felt hungry, for the past two months life felt empty...it was my own doing. I forced myself a few spoons of the rice like grains I was presented with before I felt nauseous again. I headed to the toilet to vomit it all up. As I walked back to the table I glanced at myself in the mirror, a gaunt pathetic face looking back at me. It wasn't the training or the environment, only a product of my own guilt and regret.
