“Hey!” Lilith yelled. There were three people in the fight, currently, though some bystanders had flocked around. Her exclamation caught their attention. “You guys”, she pointed at the bystanders, “Better stop crowding or some police-involved justice shit is going to catch wind of it and disturb the peace. You two,” She set a glare on the drunk’s two friends, one of which was getting up from his slumped position next to the apartment building. “Need to get the fuck out of here or you’re just going to get the shit beaten out of you, not to mention that your friend is clearly in no state to drag his ungrateful ass back to whatever shit-hole he crawled out of.” Finally she placed her attention on the yakuza. ”Please refrain from launching annoying drunks at my house and leave. Your kind isn’t exactly welcome here.”

The guy blinked. “What do you mean my kind? Aren’t these sort of places filled with gang members? Besides, I didn’t hit any houses, just that apartment – oh.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I live there. Don’t worry; there are plenty of idiots out there who think I’m a spirit. As for your other question, gang members… I normally just let them loiter about, as long as they don’t disturb the peace. I don’t really like them about, but even I’m not stupid enough to go against five dangerous people who aren’t doing anything wrong, no matter their affiliation. Now you know the rules, so leave.” She walked back to her room. A notification came from her phone. One of her associates warning her a few yakuza had come to her part of town. A little late, but hey, it showed they cared… somewhat. Sometimes the lack of human contact and communication got to her, but it was better to stay incognito, in case someone targeted her for her services and didn’t want to pay.

She turned on her computer screen, opened her email and began composing a letter to her dad, informing him of the damages to the building. He never responded, and the repairs had only been made twice in her time of living here, so it was safe to assume he ignored them all. Not that she cared. The letters took time out of her precious day, but it had become rather like a tradition for her. Hoping that maybe it would finally break through to him, make him realize he had a clever daughter who could hack a company into ruin to balance out a son who was terrible when it came to academics and would probably lead a company to ruin instead (Lilith had hacked into the Union’s student information files. It was kind of sad, the fact that a prostitute could bear a child more intelligent than some high-ranking wealthy bitch). “I have some major daddy issues” The ravenette laughed bitterly to herself as she sent the email.