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She lets out an outstretched sigh as she looks over the city. Watching as the sun paints the sky a vibrant orange, she says goodbye to another night wasted. For the past couple of weeks, she has been scanning every late-night hour lurking, hoping for something to change. Desiring to connect the pieces finally. Yet, there has been nothing more than periodic theft so far. Well, there is technically something, she has heard rumors about some creep in a mask patrolling Hell’s Kitchen. Fortunately for her, she has yet to run into them on her routine nightly visits to her neighborhood which happens to be that part of the city. It isn’t that she’s afraid of them, no, she just doesn’t want to waste her time with someone who thinks they are doing something good for this god-forsaken place.
Truthfully, she doesn’t think the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, as they are so foolishly named, understands the truth behind this city. The truth is that the corruption always stems from high up, sure the gangs they are stopping are keeping the night safer, but it’s not enough, and it won’t ever be enough, not unless someone does something about it. There is something bigger, she seems to know that better than anyone and there is no way she is just going to sit around and let it happen. What she knows best of all though, is that The Devil is wasting their breath, and it looks like only she can put a stop to it.