Her footsteps echoed off the concrete around her. Few people entered those tunnels, they belonged to her now. They twisted and turned under the city, the old train tunnels that were never used or finished. Some connected to tunnels used by the subway system of the present city, others just ended in dead-ends. Some tunnels were crudely cut and dug out, false tunnels, creating a labyrinth larger then what was known before her gang claimed the tunnels as there network to spread throughout the city. Few knew where the main base of operations were, and those that tried to find it never saw the light of day again. The city belonged to her, Queen of the Reapers. It was her playground to create chaos and nothing was going to stop her. 

Scorn navigated the tunnels with ease, even in near utter darkness. She found her destination, her home inside the tunnels with the rest of her gang.

"Children I'm home," She laughed manically as she entered. Those that were there gave short nods or looks. They respected her as much as they feared her. All wore jackets with skeletons on them, most were either orange with white skeletons or white with black skeletons upon them. A few rare cases had other colors but they all meant the same thing, that they were part of her gang, her family to do her bidding as she gave them tasks to do about the city from illegal trading to armed robbery.

She made her way to a rusted train car that was her main place of operation as well as where she lived. When she entered she was greeted by three of her compatriots, the three she most trusted of her gang."Ah Discord, Shadez, and Paranoid, just the people I wanted to talk with," Scorn said happily, a crazy grin on her skull painted face.

"I assume the Lacotes Daces are not going to be trouble anymore," she stated as she shut the door to the car behind her and turned to her three friends. Paranoid was as what his name meant, a rather thin young man who was afraid of just about everything and jumpy with paranoia troubles. Despite his fears he was a reliable tech person to have around to hack into systems and cause some chaos through the web. He wore a green hoodie with a black skeleton on it. He was a shapeshifter, another thing that made him useful to her despite his other problems, as long as she gave him his medication he was usually fine. Next to him stood the imposing figure of Shadez wearing a black hoodie with a white skeleton, who's hoodie zipped all the way to the top except for two eye-holes in the skeleton that showed off nearly bloodred eyes. He never really spoke, Scorn took him to be some form of demon but it didn't matter as long as he was loyal to her. Finally there was Discord, perhaps Scorn's favorite. Someone with a near identical story to her. She wore a white hoodie with black skeleton upon it. Her hair was disheveled with her hood down and her face was painted as well similar to being a skull but was cracked up making it more demonic in appearance. Scorn liked to call her, her very own modern day Bloody Mary.

"If that is the case then we'll move into DX9 Territory soon, give them the same offer and if they don't like it well you know the drill," Scorn snickered "Did you bring me my present though?" She asked afterwards bouncing on her heels. For a second, Shadez left, only to return with a bundle on his shoulder and dropping it on the floor. The bundle moved eventually revealing the leader of the Lacotes Daces.

"Ah thank you Shadez,"  she said with a twisted grin before looking at the leader ",I warned you what would happen if you didn't accept my offer. So where shall we start?"

From the train car could be heard the agonizing screams of the man. Only those inside knew what Scorn did but the others of her gang got a pretty good idea when her three seconds in command came out with garbage bags and walked off in different tunnels to take care of the remains.