[b]A typical day in the life of Zenia Trinity[/b] Bodies everywhere, probably from innocent people, but possibly not. It was hard to tell with the heads hacked off, and burns all over the body, what they used to look like, and identifying the corpses was impossible. But yet, what others thought was sick, twisted, and beyond an everyday occurence, Zenia thought as normal, instead. This was how she lived her life, whether people were horrified or disgusted, or not. The opinions of others never really mattered to her. "...and that's what happens when you try to tackle me down. Not my fault you're all dead. He tried to steal from me, so I killed him... Did it really need so many of you to try and take me down...? Though... how odd. He was bad, and yet random civilians still attacked me to avenge him. Don't they know...? And where was the sense of fear? Their fault this happened. I choose not to blame myself. All I did was retaliate against their actions. Then again, it was just a loaf of bread. Maybe I value that too much?" She chuckled to herself at even such a thought. "Nah. It was mine, and they tried to steal it. Punishment by death." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]