Anastasia was alone in the room they allowed her to change in when Zero came through the door without hesitance or a knock though the immortal girl didn't care much at all as he walked in to her almost completely unclothed. Her body was marred in scars from before she'd died though afterward it was rare for her to receive a mark upon her body due to the rate that which her body healed. Some of the marks were left by the boy who'd walked in on her. [color=crimson]"I see. . . "[/color] Anastasia responded, her voice quiet and cold as she pulled on a light white dress over her bra an panties - also white. Like the walls of every room, like her skin, and like her hair, the girl was dressed always in white. She was a ghost, their inhuman monster that tears through everything it's told and some things it's not. Her back was to him, though the dress fit lightly around her body and as she turned the skirt lifted slightly over pale legs. 

Where he was tall and imposing with eyes the colour of ice, Anastasia was a small albino girl who was thin and lanky in most ways. She shrugged as he walked over to her and took her in his arms, one of her shoulders falling out of place, and walked out of the facility. He would fly them like always and the girl would begin the havoc with murder, just as they always worked. She'd met him when he was younger, taken by the scientists and she'd never told him how old she really was though from her experience it was clear she was not as she appeared to be.

At the town the young woman stepped barefoot on the asphalt, a nail cutting through the sole of her foot so she was leaving a trail of blood again as she walked awkwardly toward the street in front of her. Lifting a hand she shielded her eyes from the sunlight as if she hadn't been outside in a long while, like it hurt her eyes though she did not feel any pain as a man walked up to her and asked if she was okay. She must have looked her part if a random stranger was asking. [color=crimson]"Are you?"[/color] Was her response as she tilted her head to the side and looked up at the male. 

[color=crimson]"I think you're perfect." [/color]

Anastasia reached up and took the sides f his face in her hands as her lips curled up in a grin, twisted and cruel as her eyes flashed a deadly smirk while her arms jerked and twisted the mans head right off of his body. A woman screamed and she knew that the local law enforcement would be here soon enough to stop her. Blood dripped over her chest, the hot liquid making the light fabric cling to her body as she moved to use the head as a bowling ball over the sidewalk and road. 13 stood and looked back at the male who had come with her with what could have been called a gentle smile though he of all people would know that she only felt really alive during a few key times. 

Killing was one of them.

[color=crimson]"Are you coming?"[/color]