Ren found the idea of waking up in the morning was the most daunting task of her day. She imagined it was the same for everyone. Life wasn't easy, it was brutal and there was little to go on for. However, she did like to compete and if there was going to be one person left standing, she would bet it would be her. Ren liked to win.

It was for that reason, she got up that morning, as she somehow managed to do eventually every morning. She had virtually no routine in the morning. She didn't how a means of cleaning herself and her hair was cut as short as it would go (although it had begun to grow out to be a bit shaggier), so she threw on a change of clothes, which weren't necessarily even clean, grabbed her trusty knife, and headed out for the day.

She didn't have many feminine qualities about her, especially with her hair being as it was, although if she had the opportunity to clean up every now and again, she figured people would not mistake her for a boy, as they often did. It didn't quite bother her, in fact, people seemed to take her more seriously when they thought she was a boy so it typically made things a lot easier on her part when it came to doing business. Her business being odd jobs. However, business was slow as of late. Slow enough for her to have to swipe a loaf of bread on her way to the List. Being as quiet and light on her toes as she was, her thievery went unnoticed and she munch quite happily at the bread.

That was when she heard it. Trouble. Ren didn't find herself the least bit surprised when she saw some well-dressed guy in trouble with a few thugs. The man had that look on him that ticked Ren off a bit, though she wouldn't attack someone unprovoked like the three men were doing to this particular man. She considered helping him, but wondered if it would be worth it. After all, her work was unappreciated more often than not so why would a good deed be appreciated?

Then the nice rich man made a juicy offer. Now, it would be nearly criminal to ignore such a situation.

When no one took up his offer, Ren lunged out from the crowd and plunged her knife into the lead thug's neck, toppling him to the ground. She pulled the knife out of his neck, allowed him to gurgle and flail about on the ground, then stuffed what was left of the bread she'd stolen into her mouth. "Alright, then, you two," Ren swallowed her food and gestured for them to come at her, "I'll give you the next hit, come on, make it count."

Fortunately for Ren, they did not make it count. Part of her wished they did, she wanted a challenge, but she was fine with an easy win so long as it was a win. The two ran at her without any sort of strategy. The first she dodged and the second, she dug her knife into. The knife was buried into the thug's stomach, though that wasn't quite enough to kill him so she pulled the knife up his torso as much as she could before allowing him to drop onto the ground and spill his inside. "Messy." Ren looked down at the dead man and crinkled her nose, soon feeling a spear nick her side,

She turned to face the final thug, ignoring the pain in her side and grabbing the wooden pole of the spear, she lifted it up and dug it into the thug's wrist. He went down to one knee and attempted to pull the spear back, but Ren pulled the spear from his grip, flipped it around so that he was now on the less desirable side of the spear, and drove it through his heart.

"Done." She dropped the spear and grabbed her knife, wiping the blood off on her clothes. "You alright, then?"