Thieves
Disgusting…
Bile rose to her throat as she paused before her reflection, the altered image of herself shuddering with hate. She needed the money though, and the goons hiding in the ally across the street were paying her well. The disgust didn't fade though.
Some of these shops were struggling as it was.
"Psst! Hurry up already!" one man snapped, only to whither under the glare she sent over her shoulder. With one last look at herself, she silently ducked into the neighboring alleyway, her nimble fingers firmly grasping the fire escape's rung.
She was silent.
She was invisible.
But the men across the street were loud.
Bragging.
Boisterous.
Caught.
She spun to catch sight of something moving in the shadows, the wicked gleam of metal in the little light forcing the adrenaline in her system to surge. This wasn't the police.
She whirled about again as something fell with a deafening crash behind her.
Scraping to the right.
A sigh from the left.
"We don't want hurt you,"
"Surrender peacefully."
"Dude, aren't you a lil' young to be breaking and entering?"
"C'mon, punk, step away from the safe."
Four.
Just great.
She allowed a groan to pass her lips, her back straightening as she tried to collect her dignity. The darkness stirred, only to settle once more.
"That's a good boy."
She surged forth, pushing past one of her assailants as he fought with surprise.
Into the night, hidden by the many walls New York provided, she fled. The only evidence of her existence rested in one of the thousands of dumpsters in the form of a black wig and green contacts.
And a calling card.
Ryuu Shiori.