[b][i]Fatal Illusion[/i][/b] [i]"No vital sign of life, they declared it wasn't there
Coroner never checked, because he didn't f*cking care
Passing off the body, they all believe he died
Starting up the hearse, now for a final drive Like whistling past a graveyard, when walking by at night
It's a fatal illusion to think that evil never dies" -Megadeth [/i] [b]Dojoville, Residential Area[/b] [i]The town had likely been on high alert since the past attack, which claimed the lives of nearly 100 people in the span of a few minutes. While the attacker had been killed, citizens, fighters, and even the guards who protected the training arena and the entire complex itself were worried. Never before had anyone had the guts to do something that horrible, nor go after civilian residents specifically. This was terror, but there seemed to be no reasoning for it, no clear reason. Nobody claimed the first attack, nobody came out and praised it. The attacker himself had hardly even spoken. The details simply didn't add up. He was too well-equipped to have done it out of simple spite, too well-trained and methodical. If it were an act of terror, then there had to be a motivator... the problem was that there seemed to be no motivation. In the meantime, life had returned to normal, or so it appeared.... until screams of fear broke out in a different part of the residential area. Residents screamed and fled from the streets outside of a cafe, the inside of which was now full of freshly-killed corpses, men, women, and children. Each of them appeared to have had their throats cut from ear to ear, and the small building was full of splattered blood, pools of it on the floor beneath bodies. On the windows, painted in blood, a message.[/i] [b]GIVE US THE WOLF, WE WILL KILL NO MORE[/b] [i]Opening the door the cafe after removing a heavy set of chains, a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e1/29/df/e129dfd567e6765726875e6bd835a389.jpg]figure[/url] exited, feminine in stature and build, wearing a combat hardsuit as well, the insignia of the blood-red cobra on her shoulder. In one hand, she held a full tanto blade, the edge of which was glowing blue. In the other, she had a little girl by the wrist, the girl crying silently to herself. The soldier maneuvered the child in front of her, so that the blade was at her neck, nearly touching her skin. She simply waited for a response from the guards or the citizens. This situation could easily take a turn for the worst if actions were taken without consideration. Hostages always made things more difficult.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]