[b]Killing was effectively the top taboo for Rose. Even if the victim was the most vile, none yet had incurred a level whereas death was acceptable in her eyes. Hitman, unsurprisingly, she looked upon as if they were absolute monsters killing for coin, just like the one in front of her. As such, Rose's hand tightens on the handle of the black baton from the small of her back. She stares at the murderer in front of her, a mild obsessiveness to doing what was considered right shifted her thoughts to combat.[/b]