Kami was bored. Absentmindedly swirling her wine in it's cup with her left hand, she listened to the reports of the day. She thought of how she'd have the man before her excecuted. He hadn't done anythign wrong, per se, he'd executed his orders to the letter. But she was just SO bored! She'd worked many years, building up a criminal emporium in Fear, and getting a foothold int eh many games of assassination and bribes that covered the city like an intricate web of villainy. She knew who to talk to, who to kill, and who to bribe to get almost anything she wanted. And now that she'd achieved her goal...... what was there left to do?
Sighing, Kami decided on burning him. She gestured, and two large figures in the trademark red suits of the God's Tears gang stepped forward, grabbing the man, to be dragged away and prepared for his death. There'd be a commotion, Kami knew, but she had money, and that tend to shut people up. In Fear, lives were cheap, and safety expensive. That Kami had learned the moment she'd started working here. However, unlike she had used to, she no longer looked forward to this display of unnecesary and brutal violence like she usually did. She'd seen it a thousands times before, and eventually all screams sound the same.
However, as she mentally recapped the reports she'd been given, she did notice something interesting. Apparently, odd rifts had been detected in the city, namely in the lower engineering area, where the lighting and heating of the city was powered. It was probably just another failed experiment by Doctor Horrifying, but she hadn't heard word from him and Mr Wet for weeks. They were both assumed dead. Perhaps..... Kami smiled, as she considered the possibility of something exciting happening in this dead city of filth. She made a gesture, shutting up whoever it was that had been speaking. She stood, as two men moved to her side. It seemed she would be taking a little stroll tonight, maybe look at the stars? Chuckling at her own humor, Kami left the God's Tears hideout, out into the stuffy air beyond the ornately decorated doors.