Makura, The Killer Widow

Makura walks through the ball room of dancing patrons at the events party. Rain pouring outside the stain glass windows. She has already done her shmoozing of the more wealthy members and was tired of dealing with the useless low lives that kept gawking at her Gah, these events bring out the middle class scum. Why did I waste my time here. She shifts her purse where her hatchet has a special loop to attach to and turns to spot a peculiar individual Wait a minute. What do we have here? She makes her away across to the new novelty