[i]Alyssa smiled at JT with her eyes still closed, her brows furrowed in concentration to stay conscious. Just then, a woman walked through Dojoville, around thirty two. Bald, with artificial, violet eyes. The chainsaw on her back practically screamed that it was Violet Acciaroli, and the cowboy recalls her saying something about a rare, deadly disease she had. Best ask her about it, even if the attempt is fruitless.[/i]