Blood-Red Eyes and Bloodied Hands

An eerie silence beheld the area, almost boringly so. Since the crack down that she and Takashi made, gang territories were quickly compromised. The woman enjoyed several years of slaughter, subsequently decimating hostile forces as they picked out the most vital threats, causing the potent underworld to crumble. Those that remained were not long of this world, as the woman hunted them down relentlessly. Eager to spill their blood and sate her thirst for the substance. Yet when she encountered people who weren't involved in those regrettable enterprises, they greeted her warmly, welcomingly. A reaction that caught a woman so used to rejection of guard. Initially Mi was distrustful, having fallen for the same trick in the past. Eventually she realized these efforts were genuine, thankful to the monster that had destroyed and consumed all who threatened their livelihood and well-being. The kindness made her uncomfortable, and she often left Usu and TK to public engagement. Their open arms caused feelings of insecurity in the abomination as she began to doubt her nature. However, these whimsical thoughts faded as familiar faces dotted the formerly quiet streets. Her smile was warm as she returned their greetings, even as she still felt stirrings of discomfort. She knew the liveliness of her youngest had softened the perceptions of any doubters who guessed at her horrid, bloodthirsty nature. Surely she wasn't a malicious person if she could raise such a loving and well-loved child. Her ruby gaze turned wistful as she continued her patrol, studying the streets for any hold outs from the previous gang massacres that she had executed. Perhaps she would seek out the company of loving husband. The thought of the things they would sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Nevertheless, her attention remained sharp.