[h2][center][color=silver]Ace[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

As Ace walked back to his bike he couldn't help but hear something coming from behind him. Which was pretty weird seeing as how he had made sure that low life scum was dead, that and the sound was oddly... wet? He turned and grimaced as the corpses began to form into a horrible amalgam of flesh, bones, and blood. But as time passed it took shape into what was just about the uglies woman he had ever seen.

[i]#Hello, my child. You have been seeking what you cannot find.#[/i] Well that was ominous as fuck. The mass of meat began to walk towards him, Ace already looking around to see if this was an Epic with some sick sense of humour. If it was he couldn't see them, so they were long distance.

[i]#I can give you answers that you seek... If you think you're strong enough. Ready enough. Can you handle the Justice you must give in return? Can you lose everything, again? Come with me. Be with me. Come to me, my child...#[/i]

As the figure spoke of that which he lost, his head began to pound, lost memories struggling to surface in the roiling ocean of his mind. A flash of a man in a suit, a high class casino, guns firing. But as Ace tried to grasp them, they slipped through his fingers like oil. Nonetheless Ace stared at the meat puppet and frowned. [color=silver]"I don't know who the hell you are, but [b]Justice[/b] is only served to those who deserve it. I haven't done anything wrong. And I don't think I'm your child, my momma wasn't a horrifying pile of blood and guts."[/color] Hopefully not anyways, that would be really gross if it was.