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The town streets would never have been described as the safe place to raise you children because, in all honesty, it wasn't. They were far from safe. Any child grown up on the town's property would most likely have a criminal record by age eleven, it was expected. Thieves and arsonists, assassins and smugglers, anything and everything roamed the streets usually winding up with a few ghosts here and there, this was a normal life to these folks. It was a life Yuffie all but embraced once her father had relocated his subordinate company along with his only daughter in search of new territory to acquire his rule.
Yuffie, even at the tender age of sixteen, understood the means of finding happiness. She had made it her mission in life to entertain herself with whatever means necessary. Despite her natural personality she was polite, good-natured, and held her tongue, all in the precense of her darling father. Sixteen years of doing as such amounted to this. Living on her own with no nit-picking father though she hadn't expected her father to send guards to keep a watchful eye on her. She hadn't even expected her father to know about the town's reputation and so Yuffie was forced to plan from the start. Now seventeen, she wanders her estate in search of something to relieve her boredom, her daily routine.
It was a known fact that Yuffie had done her research on every and any being living in the town's borders. She had a year of nothing to do so she spent her time as she saw fit. In her life of forced solitude she began to know every face on the street as well as what they do, what they've done, and what they're capable of. It came of no surprise to her when she found herself a target of many potential ransom seekers, none of which kept her intest for long so they soon had their plans lone ability had dubbed the young heiress the dragon's eye in the underground wire, this lone ability opened new doors for her to explore in. Yuffie stopped mid-step towards opening her door something catching her interest immideately, a small smile graced her features.
"Things are getting very interesting."
A: Short start is short.