She had murdered countless people, her entire life. From birth, she had been trained and taught to kill. Her clan, her family, the Birds of Passage, an unknown assassination group that were hired killers for the rich and powerful. She has seen many things, horrible things, even experiencing and committing them herself. Tira sat cross legged on a large boulder, her weapon lay across her torso over her shoulders. She looked at the shiny surface of the flat of the blade, it seemed to store all her memories, all her horrible moments in life. She remembered when her mother had been killed for a simple infraction, for looking at the leader in his eyes. Her father looked on indifferent, her two sisters crying, trying to revive her mother's headless body. She had been ten years old then, her blade given to her at birth, she was forced to learn how to use, even when it had been taller than her. She remembered back when she was set free, that night seeming so vivid. Their leader had accompanied them on a mission, to kill several key members of a ninja clan.

A blanket, or shroud of blackness had fallen over their position outside the ninja clan's hideout, like an infection, it entered the mind of their leader, causing him to go insane. He killed two of them before he was finally stopped. Tira could feel the darkness had also infested the minds of several of the others, deciding quickly, she killed them, including her master, and her father. It was easy, but it was also hard.

Her father had taught her everything on how to kill, how to be stealthy, how to live as an assassin. But he stood by and let the leader kill her mother, he deserved to die. Her rage boiled more, the other members fled, but there was still the ninja clan. She looked at the clan's hut, secluded and out of the way, it was strange how the clan had not been alerted to her presence or her own group.

As she snuck toward the open door, she heard strange whistling noises, there were arrows, thousands of them descending down on the village. She was barely able to hide under the wooden porch as the first volley of arrows hit, they hit with incredible force, denting the wood above her, some of them stabbing all the way through. She could hear people screaming, men shouting in Japanese, the clan had awakened. The moment the arrows stopped she crawled from her hiding place and sprinted for the clan's master's dwelling.

He came running out, in full samurai armor, she didn't waste anytime and attacked him. He looked at her surprised, a small white girl with a weird looking device in her hands attacking him. He unsheathed his sword and fought back, Tira, filled with rage, saw an opening between his defense and offense and sliced open his armpit, he fell. She stood over him, his blood draining out of him, she cut open his throat. As a token for felling a ninja clan's leader, she took the man's necklace, a small diamond pendant. She pocketed it and quickly disappeared, the sounds of an attacking army on the tiny village behind her.

But here, back in the present, just thinking of the massacre filled her with her usual fire again. She hopped to her feet, the black birds still circling over head, she decided to follow the host of SoulEdge, Siegfried. The man was definitely a powerful warrior, he pretty much crushed her with ease, but he had let her live, thats not what a super warrior did. She would follow him, sending the birds back to Nightmare every couple of days until he caught up with them. Which might take awhile, Nightmare was gathering power and wouldn't be able to fight with full strength, not yet. She stretched her arms out, she moved her head around, feeling her neck crack, she jumped down from the boulder and headed off to where she had her encounter with Siegfried. This was a good day.