[center][color=crimson][h2]Ami Murota[/h2][/color][/center]

Ami walked out of the donut store with a fairly content smile on her face, holding a donut with red frosting in one hand and a large box filled with other miscellaneous donuts in the other. Sweets were one of her few joys nowadays, so she made sure to indulge as often as possible. She had made some good money last night, a dollar store lost power. This meant their cameras were offline too, so Ami took full advantage of that. Cleaned out the whole store, made a good thousand dollars in the process. She had enough to pay rent and utilities for the month and splurge on sweets, so today was a good day.

As she walked back home she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but her hands were full. Ami frowned as she pondered the conundrum she faced, before shrugging and sticking the whole donut in her mouth. Delicious. With her sticky fingers she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, failing to type in her code properly the first few times before finally succeeding on the third attempt. Her good mood suddenly plummeted as she saw the sender of the text. Looks like she wasn't going to be getting any rest tonight. Ami sighed deeply, and then proceeded to start choking as she accidentally breathed in some of her donut. She was good a few seconds later as she gasped for air, swallowing the rest of the donut dry so she didn't choke again.

Ami arrived back at her apartment around 5, tossing the half empty box of donuts on a table filled with clutter as she undressed. Clothes were thrown about everywhere as she tried to find a clean pair of clothes to wear for the night, eventually settling on something that didn't smell at the very least. She was gonna have to do laundry soon too, within the next few days at the least. After pulling on a cute black t-shirt and some similarly dark cargo pants, she threw on a pair of leather gloves and grabbed her box of donuts again. Time to head out. To a restaurant that is, she wasn't showing up at the meeting spot until she absolutely had to.

A few hours later and one dinner at a cafe later she was heading into a shady back alley to get changed again. The tattoo on her back burned as a black flame began to cover her body, armor forming over her as she drew her sword from thin air. Less than five seconds later she was battle ready as she leapt upwards kicking off the walls of the alley to ascend to the roofs. All the while holding her box of donuts, now nearly completely empty.

Ami chewed her donut thoroughly as she watched the mascot from above, sword stabbed into the rooftop as she swallowed her last bite and let out a content sigh as she tossed the box onto the streets below. It was particularly cold tonight thanks to the Nightmares they were hunting, not that it bothered Ami. She always stayed nice and toasty while she was transformed, an unintended but greatly appreciated benefit of her magic. Her partner was running late again, or maybe she was already here and she just didn't want to reveal herself. It didn't really matter, all that mattered was the prey that fast approached. Ami grabbed the handle of her blade and roughly yanked it out of the roof of the building they were standing on, gouging out a good amount of stone as she hefted the mighty sword over her shoulder. 

Ami took a few steps back and grinned, before running towards the edge of the roof at full speed. As she pushed off of the ledge a pillar of flame erupted beneath her feet, scorching the rooftop and catapulting her towards the swarm of Nightmares that were all looking directly at their friendly little mascot. Weird little shit, but it got the job done. She slammed on top of a Nightmare roughly, splattering it all over her as she crushed it beneath the weight of her armor and sword. Then she looked up at the rest of the horde with a manic smile. [color=crimson]"These are my rooftops assholes!"[/color] She cried out as she swept her sword at the mask of a Nightmare, flames bursting forth to immolate the crowd that lay before her.