The moment she realized her life was in danger she did what she did best and ran. It was cowardly, but Anomie wasn't one to fight and she wasn't one to die. But cowardice didn't matter when the world is viewed through the kaleidoscope of a courtesan.

Death has a strange sense of humor. I had failed in protecting my teammates, and as a punishment, I am thrown back in time and into the body of my killer no less. Growing up in a family of assassins who cared more about money than kin wasn't easy, but neither was inhabiting the body of that very same assassin who slaughtered my friends.

The jewel's world is crumbling, and all the souls are gushing out into space and time while the world inside the jewel finally disappears forever. One soul seems to linger in the darkness, waiting for the infinite void of nothing to take him over so he could go and disappear into nothing. But it seems his fate was far more twisted with another than he originally thought. [NarKik]

She wasn't anything anymore. Not a sweeper. Not a sister. Not a girl. She was only a grave. An unmarked grave, in an unknown soil. She couldn't change that. Not as long as her sister's killer stays unfound and unscathed.